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

#StonedInLoveWithYall #MiseryAndEcstasyAtOne #RIP-ROB

BEFORE DROWNING IN SPEW,

SWALLOWED WHOLE BY THE funk GODS

Sho’ ‘nuff could be worse than you thought at first, in the second place, show you’re right

Gangbanging your heads together until the skulls crack open like a Filbert nut, protein hit

All just because you’re healthy for a minute, you’re dreaming that you’re immortal as well

Y’all ain’t immortal & nobody ever was in the history of the human species, not even One.

Then an immaculate conception without the sperm of mankind became the form of a god

One who could not die even when killed, even if dressed out like an elk or deer, hollow man

As it is and always has been, mysterious Time between utter darkness & bright lightness sin

Where we grow & meet to mate or to avoid the induction of the DNA into a gene pool’s skin.

Notes that are kept to remind the mind to forget what appears to be a destitute loser game

Looking forward to a reward after death but many dead have discovered, Death is the fame

Heaven above the atmosphere or Hell below the core of dirt underfoot, seeds grow out of it

Becoming alive to keep the living alive by being the fuel, food for a pretentious afterthought.

Perfect or closer to imperfection on the timeline, Space allows all Good, Bad and Uber Ugly

All of it which should not reproduce won’t reproduce, it’s the only way it can be, you and me

Been an inert atom of gas & all volatile matter which explodes to implode it all, ad infinitum

Tiny peep or bigger bang than a first baby bang that netted holy, divine words drunk on rum.

I think and dream what I’ve thought couldn’t be thought or dreamt of yet, it’s all I’ve got man

Nothing we can do about it & nobody, yet conceived, can do a thing about this odd situation

Unnatural to be naturally killing beasts to drain life for mastication-transformation into scat

Alternative is stone death if life cannot be sustained, only blind faith for fools & the fatty-fat.

Eyelids cover the only way to see the things of shape & color, forms & shades of Time’s fires

It’s holy yet irregular as most precious gems are rubies, diamonds, emeralds and sapphires

Ahead or behind the lines of demarcation makes trivial difference, final stages’ annihilation

Luck dropped into our laps, conception of mind & body, egg & sperm, Good Mortal Sin skin.

As sudden death is merely dying when you’re not ready to die, get ready ‘cause it’s coming

All you know will depart with your mind and brain going back to stasis, leftover sagas to sing

From cowboys, pirates and moguls who gathered Life and consumed it forthwith post haste

Where galactic dust globes of gravitational collapse will move, it’s doom, black hole waste.

Imagine the rock outside of your head that you stand upon, looking like you own the piece

Of course, you don’t & never will own the place, it’s the ground of being, you’re tiny as mice

I am as well, the long hair and beard hide the Truth which is unknown to the mice and men

Fault of One father for the outcome of the event, good, bad or ugly, The Bones’ blood & skin.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Lundi, December 22^nd MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST 

{ Annihilated this batch of logos dispatched from the Void of Zero Gravity while listenin’ to #LoonyTunes in the background to Cement the Christmas cheer to the minions, on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/hdGjw10mCAI?si=U8xdslvUYu5Un4V_ & @EricClapton @Cream #StrangeBrew link @ https://youtu.be/TUOmmVoMQis?si=u7GdBAvJGYBPuJCt  }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

STRANGE BREW, LOOK  WHAT’S INSIDE OF YOU!

#SimpleManComplexRiffs #GodDogGog #JiggerOfNaCl #MariaMaria

CIRCA 2012 A.D., MY   FINAL  DAY  OF  LABOR ABOVE

 RETIRED  @DCA COMPLAINTS   OF   CONSUMERS

#Maria @NobelPrize

ROLLIN’ ROCK UP A HILL,

STONES DON’T RUN DEEP AS ROOTS

/\/\/\/\/\/\/RNA\/\/\/\/\/\/

Lookin’ around 360 degrees from the place in Space that you stand, spin about & comply

With the forces of gravity and centrifugal force, ego and the trippin’ Id ain’t gittin’ out alive

Nobody ever did nor ever will, immortality is the antidote to the fear of death, out of mind

Hard Truth divulged by the fathers of your mothers or the church, orphan-priveleged kind.

You come into this world as it is, every continent is the same, dirt of Earth & Fire’s hot Wind

All Time here and now has been comprehended by the astronauts who escaped it to find

There’s all there is right here & now, we got luck of the draw and our daddies sold the node

That all the mothers and fathers before them were descendents of the dead, gods allowed

Lucky day to day, alcohol covers up the desolation and hopelessness of the booby prizes

What you get when you got nothing to give, receiving empty holes of the infinite vacuum

Country or city dirt matters not a twit, on or off of the “X” you know it is what it is & that’s it

Last gasp of air you & I take is the feature you know is an eye opener, it’s cadaver stank s#it.

Turkeys can’t fly and neither can any other game we will shoot and eat, arrow or lead shot

Messages for all who can decipher the code, it not, the gibberish is embedded in crotch rot

Love to live and die every chance I get, just a spirit or angel with invisible wings, not in flight

Will be eventually, the nature of the beast is set in stone code, no mutation, nobody’ll fight.

Mountains climbed, oceans floated upon and navigated underneath, end of days, night all

Muffed up the perfection, what the supernova blew away 93 millions miles from the B-Ball

Learned and ignorant of the essential iota of the Real, ride or slither but don’t walk, y’all run

As fast as your feet can stride, if you fall, just tuck & roll to avoid the pain, it’ll be a lot of fun.

Prepare or just go into the muster without a clue as to what to do, when to do it in corn rows

Death is immanent if you know survival is tenative, depends on a self-defense & hunt blows

Think about hunger ‘tween the hunts, never while an action needs perfect timing, fishin’ too

On the lure, hooked for supper, fire cracklin’ & pot of java smokin’, it’s the Thai-Stick of blue.

Bleeding air as if you’re an inflated rubber tire, rollin’ on borrowed tread from the Good Year

Blight of disease caused the flight of the birds and geese, people followed too late, hot fear

Deceived to stay for the party, it was a trap of the ants without the ants, stayed for the party

Music and fun stop at sunup, nothing but a memory & hangover, I am both Spin and Marty.

Mom and pop were high school honeys, I know who my daddy was, I got his DNA in a T-cell

Drunk or not, the father who made you gets the credit, one chance to get to Earth, it’s Hell

But the alternative is dead-air in outer space between galaxies and volatile-inert flabbergas

Know the Unknown intimately so you can enlighten the ignoramouses about to blow Mass.

Treat them like your sisters and brothers who can’t speak your language, you know a smile?

Eyes without fear, full of shocking admiration, then inner persuasion and a shot of whiskey

All at once, everything comes together, never showed my nude skin and bones, got the key

Fits right in my lock, soul’s in lock-down and the combination is 0-right, 0-left, 1, 2 & then 3.

Glass of wine, sipped in a twilight darkness of a summer sky, Sierra High, asleep honeybee

Sudden impact of the meeting dawned at sundown, impressed from One to Twelve thirty

Needed a half hour of down time to recover the fee for the trick pension in a parking meter

All for me, in the family, soft & sweet downtown, smiles from here to there, Earth ain’t dirty.

Death is the finale of the beautiful dream you’ve either dreamt being aware it was a dream

Or you had no inkling that being awake was being alive, upright in the sleepwalk of a meme

Played you like the fools play the freaks for what they are, anomolies of fathers in a dress

Come and gone with the wind, cool breeze leaving a copy of failure or accidental success.

Workin’ and playin’ with the values of Earth’s dirt & rocks, piled up to the hilt of the banks

Completed the trip, it was indeed over when it was over, there was no doubt, we are tanks

Of wisdom and knowledge of how to survive in the middle of the Void, enhanced RNA cued

From above and so it is below, seen & heard like this, dream big, live large, history imbued.

Down the old dirt road was the beach at the creek at the end of a puddle left of deep lakes

Saturday night is every damn day after high school graduation, factory work, biweekly paid

Dates until the pregnancies of two or three of my girlfriends, it couldn’t be all of it, RAID!

Well the tests came back & now I’m positive, all them girls takin’ me down, welfare fakes.

Rest until you get to the final resting place, you might want to do-it-yourself or fishin’ jiggers

For the ones left lookin’ at what you left behind, keep mementos & trash the rest in a dump

Classic car keys all sold for a million bucks, split between the two old boys, necessary ump

All’s said & done for fortune & fame, over & out, movie stars, fool’s gold diggin’ sand niggers.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, ROCKTOBER XVIIth MMXXV Anno Domini 444 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @LosLonelyBoys LIVE on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/CsiEicpZWbY?si=LjDU6ZSugBsoEuiL }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ClothesToGods #ForAllTheMarbles #EarthWindAndFire #Magnetic

WHY  I  LOVE  HER (MY AMERICA)?

A MILLION MILES OF BROTHERHOOD, SEA TO SHINING SEA

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My Thing Ain’t No Thang

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It’s usually, never, or always, possibly hardly ever, maybe once in a great while, high free wind

I blow in from coast to coast, transoceanic & subterranean, above, for me to know & you to find

Change water into anything, wine, Kool-Aid or pickle juices, matter and energy, One to be many

A condition for this, keep it up to the standards you’ve been accustomed to, brainwashed gunny.

Mixed up in my mind, not yours which has lucid moral clarity & the benefit of havin’ no doubt

I used to be that way, then I died & came back to life, resuscitated by medics on a rural route

Eight miles out of Memphis and even earlier before the War of Nam, Lake Michigan enlisted fine

All to go with the fast-food companies, I labored as a child fourteen to nineteen, tore my mind.

Scenes pass right before my very eyes, I get the language in my native tongue, impressionable

As you know, nobody knows anything, including you & I, begin at the origin, the unknown table

Been around the blocks a time or two, no exaggeration that I can’t pin down the exact tally toll

How many human females affected me? Hundreds and I can’t recollect precise number to poll.

Whether I was good, bad or ugly to them all, now that I’m dead & gone, on the thereafter too

Buildings used to be built around me, it made sense I’d take them all with me on the way out

Heroes and villains made it all become history, hysterical or false pride in the transitory spirit

Of popes, priests, preachers, ministers, clergy, men & brothers, forget the sisters, all about It!

This ain’t my rodeo, I’m just a rovin’ cowboy conceived and gestated without free will, just to be

Not aborted or miscarried, I got to be decades more than my ancestral heritage, exception rule

Did you do what you arrived to do? If not, don’t waste any more time, just do it now, y’all a fool

Thinking before you speak will save time in the hoosgow, neutrality is so sweet, very super cool.

Roadways, paths to tread that follow somewhere you can’t conceive before sense perception

Eye sighted or blinded, hyper-auditory or deaf, olfactory and a taste of Vivacious Time on Earth

I don’t care one way or another about an actual Truth, I’ve got no baggage, just naked bone son

Of course, daughters of hopeless sinners who had no pity, I supplant grace, first aid, all done.

Remains after we all depart the Earth, Wind & Fire, whisper sweet nothings to someone close

Like a cool breeze through their hair or across the bald pate, they know who it was, that blows

You’re all gone & he or she is still there trying to stay alive, like the dance required, quirky bold

Been a fixed object, annihilated all of that, retrospect grants deep respect kid, wiseman got old

You get on the starting line with or without teeth, feed on teat or a nipple-plastic leaker

I play around with the hands and feet with the voice and skeleton of bones, I’m a shaker

It’s not for a small reason but it’s apoplectic shock I want to remain within, as in a dream

It is a rhythm and a rhyme, in sequential harmony with the powers that be, come cream.

You know if you know, if you don’t know you may get lucky but there’s no guarantee, man

Perks are all cancelled, commitments are all that each conscious 208 bones must remain

Immortal more or less, a second or a moment is longer than the spirits who can’t come in

Peace and War for what they’re worth, Space-Dark, blackness around the Sun’s mortal sin.

You cannot be wondering how I know, it’s all written down in the library and the world web

Surprise that you’ll keep asking the same question expecting a different answer out the crib

Heard it all before, on the grapevine or off the grid, all of the above and below is Presence It

No name, no revered or dishonored souls that animated the forms, Love evolved True Grit.

Holy thanks to the linguistic evolution, to record for posterity the incredible feats of the Feet

Two Feet usually but even without one foot, it is still the case that a mind needs to be all set

To become happy before the rigor mortis morphs your beauty and glory to be, it’s a wake up

Calling in the nick of Time, not a moment longer could have saved the gods’ created phuq-up.

Thinking that I do that, think about subjects and predicates and signals to predators & matey

A sound mind and body survive in the midst of bacteria, viral infections & snows-blinded dates

Here’s a secret message you get for freedom, jive talkin’ this & that, jumped conclusion ecstasy

Ugly as I am, it’s an accidental disfigurement, an anomaly of Jive Talk, still I’m Bad & Good fates.

New day, no complaining about reckless abandon and the wrecks left in the wake of the quake

Volcanoes erupt like temper tantrums, to be or not to be cool & collected survivor, a deep fake

Things in a lump of clay, dirty and clean at one and the same time, soul vaccinations all unheard

Follow me home, I will annihilate you before you hyperventilate the O2, H2O or I’ll kill a Word.

You should come along for the trip, it’s an apparent cause & effect of invisible, atomic reaction

Stones thrown and stuck with the sticks and picks, tuck-pointed in your own personal direction

Marvelous & above outstanding, a nirvana Esque superimposition to pick up my clothes, liberty

Blowin’ up my cellphone, ads to buy this & that, I don’t really GAF, y’all know it’s good to be me.

Picked you up and you picked me down, like the strings on my Fender, my fingers bleeding out

Tires full of air, rollin’ down the middle of the road, soul & rock with rhythm & rhyme all shout

Love supreme all about feeling like the creator of the Void, here & now in a Kracker’s full house

Sharp dressed man, girls & women get jiggy for a hot, horizontal bop, diamond ring & a mouse.

Outreach caught the spirits leaving the hosts, without warning, when it’s over, it’s just that, over

Neither the living nor the dead have any choice, it is what it is, sure is funky though, undercover

I’m all in, y’all are all in, we animate the rest of the freeways, tollways, expressways in petri dish

Bacterial and viral it is as above, so below, burn gas, fire star, don’t stare into it, we’re blind fish.

Activate your abs and your mind will follow, it’s the narrow way to assimilate muscle beach

Talk to the hand, become as you were before you became to attention, download the bitch

In the most highly intended manner, I submit a tribute to the species extinction, decrepit old

All species become extinct, no species is immortal, no sheep, no goat, no bull, not even gold.

Belong to your own “Me, Myself & I” you must own it, always & forever the only middle way

Either way, each on the other sides of the middle, it’s an infinite path of everything lost in Space

You all can go there, everyone can but I’d suggest waiting until your death, nothing to lose Day

Humans before & after their arising from the Earth’s muck & mire, dead-mud, my happy face.

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  ROCKTOBER XV^th    MMXXV  Ad Infinitum  #NotAMillenial  #EraseDeletion

{ Crypto-currency spent, got Nothing Special, wrote this doozy while waiting for the @WorldSeries2025 & jammin’ to the CD #IfIKnowMe of @MorganWallen youTube link @ https://youtu.be/SAF-5dAMnM4?list=PL2byhjvwcjEciEtr5_hs5IQD6doIch1LA  } 

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

WHAT YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?

I could use a little rain!

“MY TRACTOR’S GREEN, MY COLLAR’S BLUE

. . . & I love you, yes I do!

#BarkUpWrongTreeAndSee #FAAFO #KillerLivingWithinGod @WingedAngels #Pilgrim @EricClapton #MyFathersEyes

GODDESSES

Nobody is above the law, neither here & now or there & then, exiled in censure

Happiness is the feeling that you’ll neither be attacked, murdered or eaten blurt

Fiction is non-fiction & vice-versa, names for the creators of all Earth, Wind & Fire

Ending the beginning of here and now that was the present yesterday, love hurt.

Nobody on Earth dies & gets off the planet alive in an ethereal spirit or two, AHO

Hills are the result of inner sanctum operations, earthquakes’ effect of a hot bang

Finished A-train line at the dead end of a street, run dozens, blood, sweat & tears

Rivers of sorrow & mountains of ivory snow, bone deep marrow, rock solid stupid.

Communist, Socialist, Marxist, Leninist, who controls the wings? The Black Hand?

“Come see me!” On another hand, forget about it, pretend we’re all too human

You neither need to see me nor do I need to see you, act as if you’re on an island

With your mother who raised no fool out of six offspring, God cut off your hand.

Dollars and cents just like water in front of the bridge, friends still cut the cards, so

Nevermore can you be afraid of the darkness if you realize it’s your home, dark ho

Deeper than a bottomless pit on a planet orbiting a star, you see what I mean bro?

Right here and now, where you & I are for a brief moment in Time & Space Show.

Pandemics are no epidemic but polemic goes from subject to predicate, as above

So below it is this way like allowed without free choice, liberty & democracy dove

Megabillions of zeroes uncounted during your lesser lifetime, one toke over a line

Dilly, dilly, do not fear the Socialist in your Congress, listen to beautiful & the fine.

Some babies grow girl & boy into woman & man, finite life ahead no immortal

Philosophically correct yet intellectually dishonest, shame on you & yours, ol’ pal

No legs to stand on, no rule of law you can state, you lied as Katie lied, that’s dead

Crickets are all I can hear, yo whenever I’m by the riverside, lying near a riverbed.

Pleading the fifth every single time I get caught with my hand in the cookie jar

Well, it’s first come & first serve, chocolate chip, oatmeal, raisin & my pop’s car

Drivin’ ‘round Chicago at 16 years old lookin’ for my girls, had ‘em blocks apart

They knew & they didn’t care, it was just better than nothing, I always was afar.

It’s all gone girl, I know it, you know it, the sun is comin’ up, we’re still in the boat

Docked under the full moon, crickets and the good lord givin’ us Time in a Space

Full of the Life input into the empty spot, from one comes two, then four, etc, etc

Until the final deposit, the last chance to gulp gas in O2 form, gimme some water.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Rocktober 5th MMXXV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Jacked this up out the Libido while jammin’ to @MontgomeryGentry #WhosYourDaddy in a loop link @ https://youtu.be/1tb1ngTYl60?si=kzGa8iVPrawSmeFQ }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?