#PreApocolypticRock @SamFish @SamanthaFish #SamanthaFish #Dolemite

APPLTREE HIJINX, ADAM’S FLYBYS

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 27, 2020

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Hey, they didn’t lock me up to stop me from playin’ music and writin’ poetry for good god fun

Underneath the apple tree of goods and evils that fill in the blanks of where you come for tea

Old and dead men brought me here to be with the other children of all Dead mankind’s guns

It’s a matter of time and space it runs the dozens in, He damned the dozens, yo #Dolamighty.

Punks tryin’ to get into the locked gates of heaven, we threw down souls to an apple system

Shouldn’t have bitten off the piece, couldn’t chew it without incisors, canines and molars in

Trouble without the happy ending that can’t come, impotent head and feet in puddles of mud

Who can find the secret of Nothing in particular, Everything in general, a blind men can see!

Darkness, empty of the burning atoms firing off the damns of God or the gods or the matrix

This here song remains the same melody & rhythm & pitch of claw hammers turnin’ the trix

Greetings from outer space’s planet of a dot in the black and blue, all gone at sunrise’s blink

Shakin’ woman walkin’ the bones up and down the sidewalks and roads to the suck & stink.

Nobody will save you and you won’t save anybody but yourself, on your own dam of the gods

Broken and repaired from the origin’s garden to the destination’s junk yard garbage dumps

See what I see and hear what I hear, understand the gist of the revelations, you’re all phqd up

Just because your mother and father conceived you, standing up on the comedy’s guffaw cup.

Aliens from other worlds, just this world in a BC, 2 millennia down, one 20th century clown

Naked apes in sheets, dresses, skirts, pants, blouses, shirts, socks, brown shoes gettin’ around

Cause of the light is an explosion of atomic matter, dark star full of a black light’s homegrown

Shakin’ and rattlin’ and rollin’ down the highway, lookin’ for trouble to keep it a silent sound.

Who says this to you or texts this to you? You will be in the suck of gravity in perpetuity, God

It is the atheist way to say the thing, the word and then deny what’s said, cancelled grass’ sod

Freedom from the gravitational collapse is impossible, the trick is to pretend you’re a legend

Story is that you’re feathers, skin, bones and a bloody mind in a numb skull’s brain, The End.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, May 27, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST

{ Drafted in an #AdamAndEve apple tree loop of Buddy Guy #WhatKindOfWomanIsThis from outer space on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0zhV99Bvrgg }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Skinheads #Greasers & #Doopers @Stargard @Santana @FaithHill @JJGrey @MOFRO #HOMER

TAKE A KNEE, HOMER’S STARGOD

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 26, 2020

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Still of the daytime when Mr. Sequestrate’s axe is present, hammer and sickle to pound hurt

Underfoot. underarms & down the side slab of ribs that won’t be BBQ’d COVID, DNA sings

Souls undergrounded, melted ice of northern and southern magnetic poles, dirty ball of dirt

If your mom and pop couldn’t tell you, what are you in for?... a mayhem without any inklings.

If y’all cannot survive the viruses and infections and we all die, that’s the way it goes #HAIR

It’s the nature of being human, all too human like you and I are, we’re all in this together, not

We’re all alone, single and solitary, nobody gets out alive and there’s no company to visit Bro!

Last gasp of gas, last two blinks and a wink, you have what you came for, nothing but the air.

It’s all due to the fur, the hair that we’ve covered our naked skin with, evolution of hot bones

Animals need it and plants do not, if your roots are in the ground of being, you’re hot to trot

If disconnected with fins, wings or feet then the Earth is your ground of being with iPhones

Flat Stanley’s imaginary place in space is what your mother left you, invented womb of her.

Bums and junkies that have always been on Earth, they are men and women, humans of God

It’s the handiwork of an almighty designer of DNA genes, this is what we’ve got, thank you sir

We ran but lost all of our breath and lost our way back to the center, back home where milk is

Fat, skinned and dressed folk, cocoa or vanilla, drunk on milk, ate birds, pigs, bats to be food.

People are the food of the gods, eaten animated memories of what you did while you lived life

No recorded history, they persuaded you when you were young and naive, God is the alewife

We all need the ale to complete the full circle, innocence to awareness of being and not being

At the end of the good times, a free bird attracts the end of It All, US, Infinity’s all or Nothing.

Sun never rises, it’s your illusion, your blind faith in things that are here, changin’ the blocks

Brothers and sisters of mine know but they can’t tell anyone but their own true self, we dead

It’s your great, great grandmothers and their own great, great grandfathers bald dead heads

This dumped on our heads, a crush of Beauty and Goodness, above & below the hard rocks.

I took a knee for the law enforcement to head off the chaos at the pass, it’s always comin’ over

Mixed up chronological orders of Time, scrambled the hand in the glove for outer-space lover

All of those homeruns blazing over the center-field fence had me going for a minute, swing!

Get the bat off of your shoulder, fight the heat comin’ in for a strike, here’s a homer! #Ding!

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r j j stephan, i

c. Tuesday, May 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PHT

{ Jammed out of my face this AM while listenin’ to JJ-Grey & JJ Grey & Mofro on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GPlucqNQu2g }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#MemorialDayTripe #ThankYouForYourService #BrothersAndSisters #OORAH

FIDDLE, AXES, 88’s & A DRUMSTICK

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 25, 2020

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#Reopening is Everything, songs sung out from the grandstand, atop of the ground, star dirty

If you’ve decided that the human wisdom and knowledge of reality’s enough, boop, there it is

But there is an alternative to the nature of perception, to feel what you can’t even taste or see

Why do you think you know when you don’t, you can’t know yet your blind faith requires this.

Truth and Falsehood are one and the same depending on who says it, Timing is everything

Right before the last breath you take, just prior to your final heartbeat of blood to the blind

Wherever that is, wherever it came from, it’s going back to, the Void, the matrix of Nothing

Beating the animal skins tightly stretched between the wood and then steel, seizes the mind.

Girl Scout Cookies can be eaten or puffed up in smoke for a good or evil reason, alpha is OM

In a context of pure critique of Reason and Rationality in general, a tool for survival of Man

You are involved in the constant and in the variable, the equation is set, a perpetual number

X marked the spot, Y tripped the multiplication’s division, never subtracting addition’s fear.

Then you’ve got the gall to impose the analyzed concepts of the Dead Men, grave-site stoned

They knew where they were going before they went and now there they are, undergrounded

Some even spread out on the land and the sea, bone chips of your DNA, ash of rubber souls

Punks finally get their dues back which they deserve because they’re innocent, black holes.

Hungry for the good thing and the rest of the stuff that’s on a dinner table but not the blood

Satiated by the food and water, the solid and liquid but suckin’ in the gas, stuck on the mud

Improve the rage with a sublime smile, same one you got on your face in the casket of blues

I resent you bringing up the death of me and you per the laws of God and Man, I’ll kill yous!

Now, tickle the eighty eights up and down the scale, beatin’ bass, snare, tom-toms & cymbals

Word of the whole story from alpha to omega, a saga of innocent idiots pretending to be pals

None but the priests and nuns, ministers and preachers and monks, I mean none at all know

Reason why atoms split, why the drums beat by my mother’s house, is ‘cause it sucks to blow.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, May 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 8:08 Ante Meridian, Pacific Standard Time

{ Drafted listenin’ & watchin’ #TheGreenHornet original series (1st episode #TheSilentGun) with 💪bruce lee kungfu master💪 link @ https://youtu.be/aGlb1eHTeUU }

HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY - 

ALL FOR ONE & IT IS DONE!