#BreakItUp @GovtMule Uh huh, I thought so... LOLs enjoy the handywork of the spirits! #DeadSea #BookOfEnoch #Buttercups

CORNPONE & A SIMPLE MAN'S MIND NAILED IT *

Cock-eyed and bushy-tailed, for the sake of the peace of mind we all seek

Instead of waiting until the day after death, act as if this is your last week

Roaring in a vacuum without a friend or enemy of mine, I am afraid, not

Whatever the whole shebang is and has always been will be what will be.

Whatever I say and repeat with the voice I've been fortunate to snatch out

Of the jaws of clamping wombs, I am one of the lucky ones, a twist & shout

From the anals of the frontmen who did the soft shoe & the tap of shoe tin

Marking the spots to return to once the recollection begins, just gaspin'.

Songs to hum and hymns to have sung solo, duet, trio, quartet, fighter foo

All of the many just the same as the One, in harmony of a golden rule zoo

Hands & feet to hold & run the show in front of your face's bones, tripping

Eras' imaginary history go in & out of the function's equation, I am thing.

Eve was the One who disobeyed the Golden Rule, Adam was the idiot fool

Explains matter to the dreamer who offers exquisite reason & logic so cool

I apologize for your mother and father not being mine, it is really no joke

Peeling away the onion skin reveals the empty core of the egg's holy yoke.

Sulk & complain until a day you die in pain, always insufferable Truth fat

Been here and I've done that a few hundred times, like eating to make scat

Energy is the action from thinking to working & playing, all world allstars

Ask any astronaut who left Earth & returned above human & divine doors.

Nothing but stars everywhere 360 degrees in every direction from the ego

It's me & everything else, It's all there is to it, no other explanation to wit

It ain't my fault that the narrow way ain't wide enough for a trailer park

Boredom with the poor and downtroden will get the kings & queens dark.

All lit up for darkness to disappear, burning atomic hydrogen, O2 & you

Near swampland, down in a valley of death, alligator clips pinchin' loaves

Peer group perks for the solitary airman & marine who know the frogmen

Saved by bells & collusion investigations behind the idiot sons of women.

Dead planet sooner or later, it's not my idea nor my fault, I'm just sayin' it

Kiss this goodbye if you can find this anywhere behind yo' face eye socket

Freedom speech spoke of cancelled facts, blind faith's bovine scat unheard

Comprehending that chaos results without the orderly taming of the herd.

Pernicious feelings being handed down from mother to son and daughter

Just because the deadbeat dads wanted an all too human ejaculate holder

Mothers of Earth and of us all, boys, girls and the babies they perpetuate

All in the center of the universe we sense with the functions we calculate.

Philosophize unconditional theorems & corollaries of induced deductions

All for one & one for all, it's alright just to be, I'll die thinkin' that's all true

Even if it ain't true, extinct  bovine scat triggers all trash, bon fires arrive

Out of control yet already gone, figured to win, God's tied up, still alive.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, August XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Kicked this out the rear end this afternoon jammin' to @MartinaMcBride 20 years ago #WhereWouldYouBe link @ https://youtu.be/o3AhjFc8AiE }

*HEADER is @Cornpone!

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#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.

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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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W.W.A.R.D.?

#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.

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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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