#RaidersBaby #GunLoverTonight @ZZTop #SheAintCockinTheBow

LOADED, A SHOT FULL OF LOVE

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 16, 2020

----------------- #SheLikesALoadedChamber -----------------

Fix is always in for the descendants of the mobster crews, long gone but left a DNA tornado

But you have no idea what form of shape that is, whatever looks hot to eat, Zeus’ hot tomato

Up to their tricks havin’ the kicks that just keep gettin’ harder to find for the minions & kin

Believers in the men who lie and obfuscate the Truth to get to the end and take it out & in.

Bringing the creatures to assemble en masse for the dream team of humanity, to be fish roe

Really makes little difference to the mortals, they’re all gonna go sooner or later, some now

Or a hundred years hence, a looking back to the blow jobs given by the queens of the kings

Shot off their entire clip into the wrong bull’s eye and now the dream is stuck within things.

Not knowing anything about why, when, who, where or how it’s all going to play out for us all

Gives us all a false sense of security there in the end of the conundrum without a solution call

In or out of the ring, the rink, outfield, the diamond, the gridiron and my video screen, Christ

Mighty sting of a pointed stiletto, sharp venom in a vein, I modified a void, it was a holy heist.

I went out kicking and screaming as if someone could respond and fight for my right to see

I laugh at my silly expectations, modified download eons of #FakeNews naturally, little feet

Got the present from the past leading to the future, laughing, crying, moving an Unmoved E

After the D, before the F as it always should be, for the order & meaning to remain obsolete.

Picture your shy last breath, last blink and a swimming in the adult pool with the higher dive

Back flips, jackknives for the grounded hogs and beautiful ones who love to watch the hip jive

Loaded or not, shooting blanks or a full clip of hot lead into the bullseyes and bones of GI Joe

Copped the matter and form to fit an evil, live mood, gun loved in utero, loaded TNT to blow!

Fix is always in for the descendants of the mobster crews, all long gone but left DNA recombo

In the wobble and spin in circles along the ecliptic we go together for a bit, I am an innuendo

Alone it’s got to be when you’re all there is, nothing’s left, remainder is Us, I got what I gave

Momentous occasion for boys & girls who used to be inconceivable, cocked bone spirit grave.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Saturday May 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 PM PST

{ Drafted during an off #Jag of Multiservicios Zztop #Gunlove in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/5Nm-t41XQCI }

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#InventionOfTheWayBackMachine @MrPeabodyAndSherman @TheRollingStones @TheBeachBoys @CathyTroccoli @ELVIS @RickiLeeJones #Happy38thAnniversaryDarlin'

NOWHERE THRASHIN’ LET’S ROLL!

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, May 15, 2020

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For the umpteenth time like my mama used to say, I am not going to repeat this ad infinitum

It’s a One and done thing this time, maybe a final entry of a ghost in this machine gun doom

Neither my mother’s nor my father’s obligation to be responsible for our Free Will’s pablum

Once the fertilized egg comes up for air, being underground and out of sight, in a dark womb.

Begging not to come out of the darkness without any attention paid to the crybaby protesters

Children of the unwed mothers and absentee fathers, crashin’ into the walls of News Busters

Shut down to shut them up, no possibility of coming together in unruly unemployed kids’ Ids

No school, bankruptcy of the whole shebang, investors stock & Dow Jones’ random COV19s.

Broken chords and melodies blaring out of the Bose 901’s for the ilk and the cow’s milk, Girls

Without them, the species takes a nose dive into extinction, if we cannot persuade the swirls

Of the world, in the dirt, the air, the water, we all must eat and drink it to live, We are the one

Nothing else matters other than food and distance from the dumps, ghost towns workin’, son.

Ghostly and ghastly heads are dead but the electrons fired up the synapses & move Unmoved

It is what it is independent of your opine, your dreamscape illusion of Reality, perceived dead

Preachers reminding the high priests & ministers of the spiritual souls of a #BlackHole creep

Maelstrom of ghosts ends up quiet and at One, bite me, eat me, BBQ the lamb chops’ sheeple.

Once or twice, it may or may not become a focus of your attention forever but once or twice

So, anyway, it’s a stall to fill in the dead air with no Words or Musical noise comin’ to slice

Up and down, in and out ad infinitum, searchin’ the planet from core to stratosphere space

Utterance of the simple minded philosophy, the present result of star matter evolution, Face.

Nothing else matters, it’s all covered naked ape-like 208 bones of evolved DNA drinkin’ beer

Unleashed on the petri dish, laser-washed and completely devoid of killer RNA in prison cells

Ultraviolet and infrared wavelengths & frequencies very Few can hear, a #Wordup Everclear

How does we all get over it? A date-rape fate of a UFO encounter, my ghostwritten hell-bells.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Friday, May 15th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 9:11 AM PST

*HAPPY 38th year anniversary my little darlin’ Carol Ann Stephan covered in satin & silk! x’s & o’s #CAS.

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@Blondie @MarvinGaye @CreedenceClearwaterRevival

MERCURY AND PLUTO ON A TRIP

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, May 14, 2020

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Fascinating to be or not to be but that is not the only question, now who’s it my friend?

Killing Time while occupying empty Space is what the viruses and bacteria defenses send

It’s their prerogative to kill at will in defense of life, limb and being, Nero playin’ fiddle

Pretending that everything is just fine for ma, pa sister & brother man stuck in the middle.

Secluded on the beach of the continents all seven of them transmute into holy cosmic dust

Mirrors reflect the rifles and pistols waiting for the liars and cheats as they awaken for light

Cornpop was a bad dude and so were you, big bad JoJo flexin’ her gluteus maximus fuss

Wiped out by the Falls of Niagara as they cascaded over my straw hut at the ground zero.

It is my business what I do that isn’t against the laws of god and man, but it’s my own

Private eyes watchin’ me will not survive the evil eyes returning to their binocular lens

After realizing there are no things left to eat, neither animal nor amphibian nor reptile

A gift that keeps giving, passing the virus along by sex, by kissing or just swappin’ spit.

I am on the team of unseen superhero myths that fend for themselves, superpower high

Alone to the naked eye yet fully present in my own feeling of presence, infinite megadeath

If you’re food of just fodder for the grounds of being, the mercy is all in the mind’s eye

Impressed with an immaculate conception to a virgin, without discourse or intercourse.

Picked off the sweet berries and left the rest for the crows to see hangin’ from the trash

When I get down with you and it’s been such a long time since then, I feel the love smash

Right in the kisser, bam bam and that’s all she wrote, down and out for the count, 1,2,3

Planetary seeds from a Big Bang of Everything that ever was and is now, what it is, me?

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r j j stephan, i]

c. Thursday, May 14th, 2020 A.D. @ 10:59 PM PST

{ Generated while jammin’ to a @MarvinGaye #Unreleased I Want You 19:50 time link @ https://youtu.be/CicpUDTmUXM }

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