#DeathsTooShort #LifesTooLongFellow #ShortLifeLongFaces

HEART IN SAND, ON MAUI WOW, A 420 MAGIC SPELL, SHORT LIFE, BRIEF DANCE, A HIGH 'D' HO'

Dancin' up a storm as if you've got the power of the Earth's random four winds

But you're just surfin' with the aliens who came and left without spoken words

Dings in my body, borrowed some time on those imperfections, now I'm so fine

From dawn until dusk, I'm rollin' with the conscious stream, in the hot pipeline.

Tunnels beneath the mass of duos and trios in quadrophonic pickin' of axe keys

A, B or C, maybe D, E, F or G keys, both sharp & flat, it's a natural tooth freeze

Songs to swell or shrink all misery twixt pangs of the momentary pleasure quest

All there is between here and heaven is all I'm gonna get, neither more nor less.

Fierce as hungry animals are when food smells as cooked blood & bones to eat

Burnt until every bacteria terminated it's life in the overheat, safer than a treat

Fruit, nuts, grounded, liquidated, reformed into cake & cookies' stone mud ball

Meaning of the mind leaving the body, entering the Void, bow your heads y'all.

Cold and far away for weeks or months then returning with perfect grim reaping

Scooping up the scapegoats and the unrepented fools who run the show, sewing

Finished up the revelation with the invisible angels, we blame it all on high fives

From the first fist fight between Good & Bad until today, we knew Evil was alive.

Covered the plantation of higher elevational botanicals, science leads to it All

To the end of the road where there is nowhere to hang my hat, it's all in A game

Of the mice and men and the A-team, evolved DNA before eaten by a carnivore

Finish line drawn behind me where I'll never look backward, said & done, adore.

Murder and natural organic failure or a hypothetical rant about unsteady powers

So high we can never, ever fly up there where there ain't a ounce of high ground

Monkeys solving the problems of the dimwitted and feeble, sons of My mothers

Bored for a minute looking deep into your eyes even if Words are without sound.

#HairOfTheDog I blame on everybody but me, all I want to do is wet my whistle

I ain't no whistle blower but I did have a mother, AWOL from the bambino mill

She had the kids cry & die, she had the itch but no conception twisted into a ball

That the old & young all agree, suffering ain't no justice, wisdom honor for us all.

Flyin above a #420 cloud of unknowing, before the tightrope wire began to fray

I thought it was always you who sucked like gravity but I was so wrong, did I say

By the spell of my Ego & the Id who's bug life is fly fishin' for afterLife's ala spirit

All for the love of iron crosses' divine senses, tiny pinhead's 2 hands, I Love Dirt.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, August XXVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin' to link of  @DianeBirch & @DarylHall @DarylsHouse https://youtu.be/9LldYz2M8h8 }

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@31Flavors #WorldClassChocolate #420 & infinity's quadratic equations . . . + or - b squared times 4 ac/dc