#GlitteringBecauseItIsGold #SilverRocksToo #Snoopy #Holloween #LukeBryan #OneTwoThreeMargaritas #Tytties

1 MARGARITA, 2MARGARITA, SHOT

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, September 17, 2020

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Last night was the last time I’m ever going to be wasted & way gone, keep talkin’ forever y’all

Nothing can stop the hand to the mouth, there’s a possible IV injection site unknown to man

For whatever reason and in any case, nobody on this planet gives a hoot about anything at all

An unknown nest of DNA devolved into humanity and it’s seeds of destruction are in the ball.

Complicated yet simple as just being without a purpose and a dream afar that I can’t become

Reality is, do unto others, respect yourself, enjoy every moment like it’s your last, know it Is

Nobody knows for certain, it’s a matter of defining the Uncertainty Principle that makes cum

Magna cum laude is the only way we become human, a species’ specific code to begin doom.

For the pain and suffering of the immaculate conception without copulation of human DNA

Will to Power for Pure Reason and the practical treason, got bent and screwed on a holy day

All respect for myself comes from my mother and father who respected Jesus’ apostle’s creed

Knowledge that Christ came from no sex and had no sex, garden of Eden in a red apple seed.

And so it goes when you’ve been enlightened to the plethora of Big Bang theories about gods

Open minds and open doors bring the zippity doo dah around the corners, whistling at girls

I’m just the male of the species and raised from a hayseed in central Chicago off the holy hole

Lake Michigan dreams from church & Catholic schools formed contents of my character, so?

Moving the animated 208 bones set free from the quicksand called, #EyesFishWhereISwim

#TalkinBass above, my 96” screen SONY smacked all over my LR wall, y’all #DownWithIt

On the way down to wherever the soul within me is going to go, I’ll be loadin’ shots in a rim

Narrow down the middle between nowhere and everywhere else, be good and evil bull shyt.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Thursday, September 17th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Jammed while listenin’ to Luke Bryan 1 Margarita, 2 Margarita...hey senorita, we’ll be gone on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YEq-cvq_cK4 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#Black #White #BlancoBrown @DuaneAllman #WARtheBand @TheEagles @WhiteyFord @Everlast

 SHOTS? ON BEING 1 LIFE OF IT {O}

by

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 16, 2020

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In an instant New York Minute moment in Time, the Space all around you and I lights up

In a black, ultraviolet radiation, everything white turns purplish like a black and blue cup

A holder of the Void, Nothing special other than everything that is Matter, atomic energy

Almost every holy place is the same, where you must go to become awakened from sleep.

Walking around or sleeping and dreaming or just unconscious as my zygote’s bones got free

A Constant in the whole shebang is an illusive recollection of your father’s spermatozoon glee

Among the host’s collection, only One may survive, two will not do and three well it’s a trinity

Which is the 3 persons in 1 God, a matter and energy phenomenon, this explains the mystery.

You got this story from others who came and wrote down their thoughts and then they died

They had no idea what was going on when they walked the planet, did their proverbial thing

On the other hand, it didn’t matter as long as you were happy and not in fear of being killed

By the bad, the evil, the mean men and women who were raised by the misguided souls of Id.

Mothers and fathers are not the anesthetic to the the atheism exuding from animated DNA

From the alpha to the inevitable omega, it’s a straight line from here to there, it’s what I say

Peeling off the outer shell of this trip you want to call either #Good or #Evil, you found me

Far away from where-ever you’re going to be when you finish this read, pandering rich glee.

Multiplying One times itself is nothing but itself, if there’s a mitotic divide caused by a Will

We get what we got, this is it, you’re lookin’ at it directly and inadvertently you became One

Original, Mortal, Venial get indulgences for the cancellation of responsibility, guillotine guilt

Up, down, to & fro over on the middle path, heads roll into silence, SLAM SHOTS & that’s It.

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r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, September 16th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to Duane Allman #HappilyMarriedMan in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/vieQAhuqyl0 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ORIGIN #ONE

THE NINE FIFTEEN ONE @TedNugent #MotorCityMadman

BE A BUBBLE, SCREAM TROUBLE *

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, September 15, 2020 

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In athletic cups I can drink about a gallon and a half, shame me in a trough of bloody punch

Grim nights ahead for those who downed more than three, Hell’s froze and you better jump

Back to your crib or your home or wherever you know you’re safe from the big bad oil pump

All of us just regular people that your paranoia dissolves into your pea brain, Captain Crunch.

What I love and what you love may be either one and the same or diametrically opposite too

Fun and games rupture the matrix and stop the serious mode from consuming the sky’s blue

No there’s nothing like being right all of the time, only because you never admit to knowledge

To know something is to have wisdom & wisdom’s knowing Nothing intimately for a reason.

Are you living on an island without any links to #Infowars being peddled by #Karen peddlers

They live around the US, we ain’t them but we paid to wash their Marxists Comrades’ come in

Now we or at least some of us seem surprised of the outcome of our K-12 system of idiot furs

Carried all over every cell of every human, head to toe, hair on top of every piece of dead skin.

Time and Space merge to cause the explosion that ignited the Big Bang’s essence and nature

Mother or father in charge of nothing at all in the accident beneath and all around us all, Ur

A mythical story at the end of the Platonic Republic, relies on a reader sticking to bitter ends

From a long way off, first Nothing then something peculiar on the way to wet diaper depends.

Punks on Babylon’s crossroads, eatin’ Cony Island or the Jersey Shore, out on the boardwalk

Plastic explosives and steel beams turn into liquid pig iron, all fall down like London’s epoch

Suppertime after all things that passed for reality swallows if you’re rich for Ends & free dope

Inside a snitchin’ room, dirty rats’ kid, ear sliced off clean, bloody Picasso’s noose is the rope.

Why girls get pregnant is no mystery, just to procreate the species genome here and now then

In any case, we all gonna go because our dad’s and mom’s made us come, back to a plethora

Of mice and men who came and went before we were even thought of, our turn’s bitter ends

You and I cling to guns and souls, hopin’ we don’t lose consciousness’ at death, a mind bends.

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r j j stephan, i 

 

c. Tuesday, September 15th, 2020 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST

{ Drafted listenin’ to #SimpleMan & hits by Creedence Clearwater Revival #HeardItThroughTheGrapevine link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jCfUxn2VMT8 }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

 

*Header is #TheScream by Edvard Munch's Expressionist Painting The Scream (1893)

"The Scream (1893) was painted by Norwegian artist @EdvardMunch at the end of the nineteenth century during a unique transitional period in history, often referred to as the fin de siècle. Prior to this time, artists were interested in painting their subjects as objectively as possible, as commercial success was often measured by technical skill in the days before cameras and photography were popular. By the end of the nineteenth century, brave and forward-thinking painters like Edvard Munch were less interested in showing off their technical skills and more inclined to use their art to express inner thoughts, feelings and emotions instead, often by painting with bright, exaggerated colors and simple shapes. Though reviled by art critics and considered too radical in their time, artists like Munch and even Vincent Van Gogh set the scene for Expressionism and the even more progressive modern art movements of the twentieth century."