#WonWinOne #Affidavit #ScatterMicroScat #CosmicWavelength #SecretSchitNotSECRET

 

SCORED IN A GAME WHILE THE HEAT WAS ON

If & only if a pied piper plays pinochle proving that primary principles precede

Forms of the beautiful which justify natural selection, random herd's EZ seed

Standin' on a corner watchin' the girls go by 'til we got drafted by asthetics

Not my uncle, that Yankee Doodle Dandy has-been, self-fulfilling prophetics.

In the method and mode of the cooler cats on the kaboodle bufoon being droll

A load upon the back of an unbalanced host of ne'er do-wells, hide out a troll

Comin' out of the Inn door and goin' in with smith & wesson lit up a cell phone

It made the flesh move aside for the speed of the lead, embedded in a bone.

No way to make the gas without masticating the matter, swallowed the sinker

Just because it was attached to a leader's trouble hook, snagged the stinker

On my honor which I've never retrieved from the casket of mom & pop's fuss

Took it down under with them, right after the God transubstantiated to dust.

Ignorance yet naive as an infant, happy to be here with or without your team

I said I did & It is Done, a close One is no closer than your finger & toe nails

Manicured and pedicured to impress the surprises comin' out of a bad, old ball

Cattle done prodded, herded in a corral gettin' ready for an older ol' dosido.

Bottles of whiskey and beer all gone, recycled back into the water in the well

Every wavelength of light and every frequency of sound, makes it a fake-hell

There's no more time-outs left for me, it's all about First Cause of Effects

Challenge you to the impossible, the improbable & highly unlikely, God's Sex.

Sold on the White Market for the gold and silver the pirates stole paradise

Pretending to be the main character of the story, one-man stage four price

Wish aloud for no reaction or keep the idea silent like the night, trial twice

Double indemnity for the rocks in the pockets of gods who have CoVid19 ice.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, August XXVth, MMXXII Anno Domini

{ Drafted while calmly listenin' to the final jams of my 70's seventies on steroids link to #Wavelength of @VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/CsEdUH3j1KU }

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#ExtinctionIsWhatPeopleDo #ReDuxDittos @Sublime @GovtMule @SteelyDan @EltonJohn

 

 

ROLL THE HIPPY LOANS, RIPPIN' PhDs A NEW ONE & ONLY WAY OUT

Naked apes crawl all over Earth, every one of the seven continents, ships ahoy at sea

Departments of the whole shebang have vanished, workers retired & quit ahead of me

Universities and colleges of metaphysical and physical indoctrination in a holy vacuum

Of the all too humane gods of the pantheon above and below, flabbergasted & dumb.

My own is all gone, yours is still here and now, you can take a toke & smoke it away

With the ash fire leaves in the wake, it'll be the only cover you need in your soul of clay

Nothing is like that, it's got no mass because it doesn't exist, an idea of cow chew cud

Face of seven holes to house the sentient being inside 208 bones full of marrow blood.

Puny or gargantuan, the things you & I move around the plane's surface, turn to dust

As it is & always has been, atoms collapse or blow wide open for Life to exist, a must

This is how it will always be, always with you & me to pretend that it's more than gas

More than the Time spent in Space for a hundred years, more or less, it's so God-fast.

Didn't learn to survive?  Therefore you expire, you die and don't exist for bum's junk

They come walkin' up and down your avenues and boulevards, cutting your soul funk

Bleedin' out on the ground of being where the first meteor crashed into worm bones

DNA animated the rocks & rolled 'em uptown, I'm smiling, I'm laughing, you're stones.

I need to know what you think about something kind of personal, be a smarty pants

Nevermind your memory of being evil while you're alive, y'all will be the good grants

Idiots and ignorant morons with the power to rule the herd drive us all to extinction

Of all good men and vermin that feed upon the food scraps and wraps, junkyard skin.

They all, one and every single iota of matter in any form from atom to star, rock God

Meaning everything that exists in any dimension of Time within an Infinite Space pod

Speed of light undeterred by Space friction, atmosphere of H2O & slowed to a crawl

Unexcited by the trip between nothing & everything that exists, allows shock & awe.

Dead isn't a comprehensible concept to anything other than a living, survival thing

Just an opposite effect of running from being eaten or indentured by the Unknown

Adventure nevertheless, I look into a prism for just One, a single point's black light

Impossible known power of Forms, Happiness, Good, Gog, I am not, It's outta sight.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, August XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 2000 hours

{ I cyber drafted while listenin' to @JodieFoster interview @ActorsStudio link @ https://youtu.be/quKSneNHVXc }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#KeepOnKeepinOn #ThingsHaveChanged #RedNeckWoman #JOJO #AlanWATTS #CurtisMayfield

LET'S  ROLL A COSMIC TIME WARP'S SPACE

No question that you'll always be with me, Freedom's reverse is absolutely true as blue

As below my grounded, winged feet on the floor, so above the dead man who lost you

Fools naked skin in the game with the wise men who die knowing the fools of plunder

I looked since birth through elder aging, yet the Truth wasn't visible but it's no wonder.

Allowing your attention to focus upon the waking dream you're naming your life, go man

Up or down from the place my feet are planted when I stand up straight, hitch hikin' fan

Gone in a minute when the time comes to move on, no runnin' just walkin' slow as a slug

Ready to die with the rock salt reverse osmosis, it's all movin' to the equator's jungle rug.

Gardening is not the way to go, you aren't Eve & I ain't Adam, nobody more guilty either

Sons and daughters arising & evolving OUT of the smoke movin' IN like a hobo bummer

Skin in the game and used on the slide guitar, nobody knows what a fuss cats will call it

On a tour bus rollin' from town to town, got my own room, my, TV, radio & phone chit.

Brought the whole shebang to the tailgate party behind the corn, a field of dreams I am

It's all about a creek 'bout 2 AM with no clothes, skinny dip at the full moon glow, Man

Short and sweet as it could possibly be silent mystery instead, in the name of majesty

Creekside, never in the daymare only unconscious concussion rings, an L.S.D.  #5150.

Can't be concerned about the ability of anybody other than me, competent nowadays 

Life's too short to worry about it right now or tomorrow, t'was all about my yesterdays

Gone wild with the that my senses are in que, drafter this while jammin' to  sax blows

Organs keepin' the blood and limbs movin' in the matrix' code, illusionary as a chimera.

Taxation rules to the king & queen, tell 'em to stick it right where the sun don't shine

I got satisfaction and rejuvination on the cosmic and infrared wavlength, frequency sign

As it is above so it is below my ten toes & flat foot bottom, Earth revolves my beer stein

To the store or asleep dreaming, it's Time passing the wine, a grim reap of class, I'm lyin'.

Dashboards full of the mink stoles left by the animals who carried the coonskin, ol' Davy

Crocket and Boone got me through the black and white radiation in my eyes, I'm saavy

I know astigmatism was caused by TV radiation in lit or dark rooms, did I mention TV?

Wavelength low or high, all comin' in & we all gotta go on to the far away scheme to be.

Let it all down when you're in ture so you can get all the hidden secrets deep under chit

Outside this Earth's presence, there's nothing you can sense, get to know it, you need to

Lookin' for a love everyday lived, found it sometimes, other times not so much as a clue

Holy heart place of my honey in the hive, it's a tell-tale muscle, knows I love it, I found it!

Rough and just tough enough to make it through a gang's land of where I came, shat

Grandchildren of bad guys wanted to fight, I left 'em all alone, survival of the fit tete

Only get to be seven decades old by sheer luck and accident of being in the right Plot

In Space and Time where everything happens for a reason, whether you know or not.

Tunnel of darkness at the Kiddieland or the Riverview, all about the roller coaster ride

Slowly up to the top & at the peak a final gasp of breath before it's taken away to slide

Repeating ad infinitum, life getting rough for the easy to get along sons of mothers' Ho

Incubated until the production could disconnect and survive with a little help to blow.

Premium moves on the game board always keeps the odds high that you'll win again

Never losing if the eyes on the target for the prize behind it, drooling for the next win

A Yada Yada drink of Girl Scout cookies in the seemless monkey pit of monster Homer

A DNA replica of the missing link, inserted to end the whole shebang, it's caput, GRRRRR

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, August XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 411 PMPST

{ Jammed to @PatrickStump @DarylHall @DarylsHouse #IDontCare on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/YNfKL2jCO-8?list=RDMM  & @GretchenWilson #GiveARip #RedneckWoman @ https://youtu.be/82dDnv9zeLs}

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