41 SHOTS OR 42 SLUGS of JACK DANIELS BLACK #DiverDan #BruceSpringsteen & #ME #33rdDegreeze #BodiesInTheVestibule #TurninBackHandsOfTimeTo

DIVER DAN’S JOY,
MERMAIDEN-HUMANE RIGAMAROL

Fools believe that all deception is the Truth and vice versa, yet it’s better than nothing or Ai

Gold & a product of quicksilver comes in the form of a messenger harboring eye for an eye

My karma is your karma, all we’ve done alone once forgotten, whisperin’ sunlight pre-alpha

Omega comin’ down the long road to Eden, no sense in losin’ sleep about mama and papa.

Innocence before a psychological dissonance leading to being compassionate or heartless

Guilty pleasure of all people still breathing through the orbital revolution in perpetuity bliss

Along with commas & periods come phraseology’s random sounds, a predication wisdom

Subjects & objects relating to one another’s atomic configuration, eclectic forms of a sum.

What you are thinking about at any given time is a product of your own indoctrinated Ego

It was never your choice to either be conceived or deceived once still-born of wind’s blow

Only humanity escapes zero gravity, still conscious & able to shoot 151 Rum, I say phuqum

It seems most obvious to the casual observer that there’s no divine reunion postmortem.

Planet thought seed inside of your mind, abstract out to the stratosphere & beyond the pale

Where no human has ever gone before since the Big Bang, if there ever was One out of jail

No proof beyond a doubt, it might be false or it might be a lying error of prejudice flip-flops

Remaining schizophrenic after the 1st break with Reality, as we know it, I like it on my T-tops.

Spun around on a pin-balanced slide of centrifugal force, until friction robs the locomotion

This creature feature is on seven continents and seven seas, lucky to have been the action

My father got some of that action from my l’il mother & like magic, I’m an original first-born

Prodigal son to some & ignorant, misguided miscreant to others whose faces breed scorn.

Famous or innocent and anonymous, either way the mortality within seeks its secret hint

A bit about why you’re alive on Earth, why life exists at all & what lives postmortem’s mint

Trinity of the holy trio of invisible abstractions yet sons, fathers & holy ghosts are the lovers

Of you and I and our families who’ve descended from the orphanages of Disneyland rovers.

Serious about the haters turning into lovers of everything under the sun, then it happens

Unknown is what cannot be known by the wise guy or wise man or woman, dread the hens

Nothing gets away from justice and discipline for long, better to dress up than to lay naked

Like a j-bird in a solitary cell with one small square window to see Nothing, for God’s sake.

Killing the messenger won’t obliterate the message which never lived so it is perennial as I

Hence, ready, set & go for the finish line, straight ahead around the bend, now learn to fly

Higher than mountaintops but lower than a stratosphere, what’s clear is no bodies suffice

Populations fully unrecognizable in group or as individual soul, invisible blues on cold ice.

Don’t lie to me unless you believe the lie is true, then it’s OK with me, you know I know too

Die yesterday, today or tomorrow in harmony with the dream within a dream, brothers’ blue

Ending is happy, clean up mess on aisle five, repeat above & below, mankind fortunate son

I can’t and I won’t stay here & now forever, takin’ pills & smokin’ ‘til I’m chokin’ just for fun.

Retarded genius filling in for the naked apes who remain anonymous to the herd of turds

Meaning that if you know what happens when YOU die, then you’ve been blessed, birds

Think, therefore you exist & if you didn’t’ think about it before, you have now, so y’all exist

Midnight Special shined a light on me, turned werewolf momentarily, turned a hairy fist.

No fear any longer, in the dark I’m the blitz of zero entity, I found a dropped dime on me

Getting’ busy with the dirty rats that survive the poison & traps that snap backs of Betty

Descended heirs of the mommies and daddies who had no idea why they conceived it

Inherited all the silver and gold gleaned out of the Mother’s dirty stones, all cave scat.

Sensation & comprehension of the deductive & inductive conclusions, Love on high wire

Essence precedes existence & everybody knows it, it’s like love & marriage in a glass jar

Bizarre like the tweets of a twitter user becoming the holy word salad of the holy grail bar

Chopped off the arms, the legs and the head to leave the trunk of a squirting funeral pyre.

There in Space, now at this Time, Fire & Ice have our only refuge in this galactic zero-grave

Any astronaut will attest that We are all thee is, Nothing communicated there’d be a Save

As if calling yourself on your own cellphone to see where it is, it’s lost & fallen to 208 pieces

How many times can you repeat the same operation perfectly? Many times, never ceases.

By the time you read the last word, you’ll know that I always must stream the last word

To be or not to be as bleak as the absence of joy from the hunks of meatheads, it’s a bird

Let me tell you about the rhyming of the reason, first the Truth is, there is no reason, but so

Irrational speed of Light hopes & dreams increase acceleration to Singularity’s low blow.

Dripping with the fullness of the void plethora, no Time in Space to share the grace of gods

It’s not for me to say what’s true and false for anyone other than little, old me, racin’ hotrods

Hearts & souls into the apprehension of the reason for being alive, it’s occultic mind-throbs

Secrets in full view of both infidels & chosen saints of the sexes, of horizontal human bops.

Dolls & corpses of former, living bodies that animated the skin and bones on the spectrum

All become the dust in the wind from the whirling spin of the Big Bang’s product, dirty Earth

Good to be of the rocks that roll around the ellipse, with eyes to see in the darkness’ lights

It’s electromagnetic buzz of life, infrared and ultraviolet, it’s Life as I know it all, That’s Life!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, January 3rd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to the #HiddenCollection 33rd Degree Knowledge on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/PHSritpErB0?si=OMYyrKLw0-SDJWAg }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

HARMONY time

#AFigureOfSpeech #StarTrekVIII #TheTrumpCard #NothingIsFairAfterallIsSaidAndDone #RiffRaff @D'neshDesouza #WheresMeathead?

BIGOtheBIGOT  #dRAFTDODGE

#TrumpDerangementSyndrome

R I P   @CharlieKirk   R I P

 

JESUS {Elvis & martina} CHRISTMAS?  

Like being dipped in gas, feel it all over my clothes, up my nose but nothing was ever white

Jobs like nobody has ever received from the gods above Earth, this planet is a water flower

Space of the Void our matrix to be or not to be, innocent growths of sperm & a dozen eggs

These are the facts of life they kept secret because that’s just the way it is, I know she digs.

Mother Earth or the mother of your placentas’ hearts, in everyone is One soul featured Id

Singing songs when your heart’s aged enough to appreciate the lucky divine gods that hid

In your head’s mind, everything human and all species of Life, atoms create the sublime

When we all die, if we’re disposed of in the proper way to avoid the stench, bury in Lime.

Deeper than six feet under is the right of way, keeping the rest of the living safe from plague

It’s bubonic or supersonic without a free will’s choice, it’s the First Cause at fault, no other

Place the blame on the “created” angels and the opposite of the Live, Evil divine square peg

Place it in a round hole for eternity, never works but keep up the good work in a powder keg.

Watch if you’re not blind but in any case, without eyes & in the darkness, all the same to me

You know more than I’ll ever pretend to comprehend even if I live to be a hundred and three

Same today as it’s always been, runnin’ out of the power I assumed was eternal immortality

Rigor Mortis set aside the dreams of staying with the ones still alive, in spinal synchronicity.

In a manner of speaking, words can’t do justice to the Truth of singing & dancing the polka

Christmas with your kinfolk is one thing but even a loner who has nobody, loves as orphan

Single but not for long, you all can begin the long line of descendants from here on out too

Merry Christmas celebrations of a son of the creator of the universe as we know it, so blue.

All paths to travel upon are ahead at the crossroads, nothing behind Presence, out of time

Greater than a decimal point yet less than a quark within a proton, memory of life on a dime

Fallen into the bottomless pit between the north & south poles’ imaginary twirl’s RIP middle

Where most bones become buried either in mixed dust or crumbled mass’ RNA, I’ll fiddle.

Known or unknown, matter and energy are all there is, no divine ghost above the sun known

Allstar's burning gas in an infinite mass extinction, brink of annihilation due to a hot whim

 Random bones, 208 trained by ignorant, wise men with Pretend Complex, know-it-all goon

Advantage to conquer deaf & dumb MFers, undead assimilate a moronic fake, neon moon.

Gold left over in the dirt and rocks just because that’s the way the Lead settles in the Truth

Metaphysics you’ll never realize is the origin of everything y’all hope & pray for, I forsoothe

Rational humans, gone up and away from the dirt & rocks, water is dehydrating like Mars’

Can you dance and sing if you comprehend your finite Cause, accidental Big Bang avatars.

Step off of your ledge and fly for the final trip over the light fantastic, dynamic duos do rock

On the #Marconi, plugged into the broadcast ad infinitum, forget about a full contact Doc

Learned absolute and relative Truth, repeating to teach the teachers to accept the drool

Predication of atomic subjects yielding objects to communicate WTF, cockroach scroll.

On the off switch, blinded by the light to focus on the images that become invisible in Time

Recollect the products we’ve multiplied and divided in the calculus’ trigonometry I rhyme

 High as the Top Gun flies close to the end of air’s edge of empty Space, in soul man stealth

No need for anything in the End, Faith in immortality just a whim to quell the fear of Death.

Killing the living & eating it or using its remnants to build castles in the hot sand, they all fall

Into the sea, eventually, to the bottom of the ocean, why you can’t believe it, I’m a TNT ball

Last Christmas is like next Christmas, but this Christmas is a final annihilation of the Devils

By the bye as above, so below, you weren’t alive before your conception, you’ll die of Evils.

Dig this without a shovel man, understand nothing about where you came from nowhere

Man, you know it, can’t pull the wool over your blinded eyes, you see it all inside of the rim

Playin’ way above it like all the players do the do, happy where I’m at, where I’ve been too

Good to know all the things that get you over on the morons attempting to steal your brew.

Nobody gets anything for free, you’ve got to work for it & develop the perfection rough ride

Catch me later outside, I’ll give you another tip or two, followed instructions, all in stride

I believe it all that I know, I know all that I believe, it’s a tautological hunk of misdirection

Get there anyway at the edge when nothin’ else is goin’ away, here for a duration situation.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December XV^th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 1000 AMPST

{ Crafted with hearty compassion while listening to @WARtheBand #Chrismas compilation on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/4Nxha3d4_ZM }

#TieYo’ShoesRichie

#BreathInYobody 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#HardKnocksOnSoftHeads #TheIdiots #ItIsDone

IT’S ALL ABOUT THE WABBITZ

XXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Scurry as the rats do as they scramble to live another day or a revolution in Earth’s spin

No probability that anyone alive on Earth will live forever in soul mortality without skin

Only you know like I know, we got lucy just this one time being conceived & deceived too

We won’t get fooled again for certain, there will be no other Time in Space, just say I do.

On or off of the tracks and roadways, only humans drive about to crash and die or maim

Winds blow & recognize that it’s the Earth flyin’ in a spin, the air is holding H2O to tame

Rivers and seas with the only H2O in that combination, iced pole to warm equator wind

By the time you die, you will not have discovered the meaning, immortal ghost not mine.

Your guns are loaded & you don’t miss a target aimed at, marksman aficionado, fanatical

From the adolescence through elder adulthood, protected by the badge of courage & pals

My friends and relatives covered my front and back as if they were also engaged in a sin

Original in a foreign garden, introduced in an original form and shape of matter’s skin.

Any color in Darkness is black, origin’s blazing light of a shining star, hide or get burned

Bringing a knife to a gunfight with people who can’t shoot a lick, all it takes to protect it

Life is a process of becoming awake to the nonsense & the gist of the whole shebang too

Read all about it, newspapers, periodicals, magazines, e-zines & symbols, all full of an It.

Spirit ghosts entertain the illusory effect of watching matter move, animated by a whim

All mere mastication & defalcation after the Life within the matter is energy of mind dim

Crying and stomping your feet until the way is mired in mud, blood and beer out of cans

Aluminum as its cause of cancer effects, ignored & proved to be true lies of dim attic fans.

You may be starving in the heartland or on the borders, north, south, east and far west

You were conceived by morons and idiots who failed to enhance the species’ survival

In point of fact, they have introduced the seeds of extinction into the genome’s essence

Trouble with your censorship of free speech? Nazi-Europe #DigitalServiceAct is dense.

POTUS’ Al Nobel Peace Prize will be awarded to proper recipients or forever forgotten

Ol’ Alfred needs insider information, nothing is more important than all the verboten

High as the tallest building on Earth, as the highest mountain on the planet, God’s den

Scouts reconnoitered polar vortices North to South, equator trips of the bounding main.

Fill her up I thought my father meant the girl I was takin’ out to eat, he meant the tank

Always empty upon my dating return, father full of patience for his 1st born driver bank

Wrecked a couple of his vehicles, sorry pops, never bought him that Lamborghini I know

All in my mind I did, he’s drivin’ on the expressway’s bumper to bumper traffic Chicago.

Real time and real space, here and now, this seems to be all there is, no heaven or hell

If I turn out to be wrong, I don’t GAF, I served the Catholic masses in church, I got grace

So much I could share it with the masses of unfortunates, but I won’t, I was the good one

Men & women young & old died in the skirmishes and battles of a world’s B.S. wars, son.

Doves flew, ants marched & all was well until WW3 B1 bombers dropped a motherload

Imagination is fired up, manufacturing more things than a divine godhead, kids’ grow’d

Into the adulthood & the trips the ghosts that leave the bodies we go into, dream overall

Think egg & flagellates you may have been, yet only One made the grade, Life’s a Bawl!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 12-9-2025 Anno Domini at 111 PMPST

{ Cribs the infants move and fear to fall from are #WayGone, hence drafted this while ’ to guffawing to #MontyPythonHolyGrail on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/q0CJ7k99mso?si=K5JvsSDscYxmPC7p }

X xx X 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Gods or alternatives . . . #BluesBrothers @ACDC #Jailbreak #AllInTheNameOfLiberty

 

UNTIL IT’S ALL GONE, GIRL

& . . . your point is . . .

Coming & going to where all of it came from in the 1st place Space

Peer groups and the corpses they’ve left behind, facts in the face

By the time you get to the reading of the words, right here & now

You’ll be too late through no fault of your own, it’s a roll of a die.

Nobody gets out alive, in or out of karma earned above or below I

Ego’s in the middle on a center path, eternity to infinity yet, I, My

Other than me, nothing matters at all, without me there’s no Life

I created it to destroy it, I’m chosen, a free blink & wounded wife.

Fair game when hunting season is hidden from a hunter’s 30:06

Bull’s eyes are the only space to aim, heart blown far over there

Moons up full & a new until Earth moves on, orbits to dark Styx

Then it’s gone girl, it ain’t never comin’ back except a nightmare.

Good or ugly as genetically progenerating exhibition of Speedos

No other way to promulgate the nature of a beast, UFO bush rose

Left off the seeds of extinction with the cause of creation, embed

Deeper acid, surrounded by cytoplasmic jazz, y’all are all dead.

Words are up, high as the leaves on a flower, up in smoke hybrid

Some property to dilate your pupils from invoked smoke, grew It

In ground, mud leftover, stardust from a Big Banger, so I’m told

Time is set in seconds, moving circular jerkin’ hand, NY minute.

Periods in synch with the moon contraption, all egg rotation sin

Extinction is a gender of a species away, eggs vanish, I am all in

No more needs or desires to live beyond Earth with 208 bones

Soul inside and a sole underneath each foot, all concept scones.

Better than a feather floating in the wind, nowhere to land safely

The sanity provides a respite from the heaven on Earth, it’s free

Immerse the awareness in One word, One sound, One syllable ‘E’

Original sins with no place to go, blues’ Blackjack, all dyin’ to be.

Deer in headlights, blinded without knowing death’s afoot, to die

Had a fit, whacked displeasure with reality out of Man’s apple pie

Knowledge and Wisdom fused with TNT & Nitro-Glycerin for Kix

Heaven & Hades, abstracted Reality as an accidental cosmic fix.

Going quick or for the long haul, either way all headed to finish it

Spots between the original & the final transformation are a #Hit

A hundred years down the road of a terrestrial spin, all gone, ye

Hear me, listen closely, lucky to be alive, just die & you’ll all see.

Singing, speaking, whispering & just wishful thinking, words UP

Down isn’t the way to the core’s being, it’s upward to It, the Word

Inside the signal, there’s the meaning to a hidden sensation bird

Tweeting tweets, calling for “X” to save the world in a China cup.

Got the message hidden in a cookie, my fortune is told in a quip

What’ll happen if it all remains as above, so below, stiff upper lip

We may be abandoned in the middle of nowhere, too Big Banger

Forms of Earth’s egos, blind eyes’ black, idiotic, moron splendor.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, 12-5-2025 Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ Trapped until completed, listenin’ to #BluesBrothers schtick @https://youtu.be/CAaer1qNE2s?si=_TWwIh0GbvChQWWI }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?