#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.

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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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W.W.A.R.D.?

 

#SignalSinclair*

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

 

#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.

by

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.?