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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

#ShotsOfWhiskeyNeverEndingEternally #StillChasinYou #ChasinMeToo @MorganWallenGreatistHits2026 #HappyNewYearMMXXVI #DropTheDamnBawl

DROP THE BALL BABY SON,
SOMETHING 'BOUT MAMAS' @MIDNIGHT

Beer pressed against our lips, whiskey shots for the babies in bassinets and cribs all asleep

Cripple Creek flowin’ at 2 AM, it’s just a quiet void makin’ Nothing’s hole-flow of the groove

I was just asleep and dreamin’ in my waterbed, took a gummy to find the dreams I approve

Nothing special about the events, they begin and end as usual, I’m the s#it all hope to reap.

Girls listen up, teenagers, middle agers, old babes’ wrinkled, over-kissed two lips of the god

One that fills the Void with invisibility of critical theories, category of substance too platonic

Breathe deeply above & below the grounds of being, RNA coded DNA self-destruct schtick

Cause is 1st not 2nd or 3rd but indeed, Absolute Effect’s imploding explosion to smithereens.

Know the wise men and women who have the cajónes & empty wombs created this History

First origin before anything blew up, pristine & neutral, out of gear without an unholy query

Dropped the tailgate for us, come out of the cab & have some Negro Modelo, sun dress off

Naturally, I’m the one that gets benefits from the benefactor, I’m the only One left to cough.

Blind belief in the unthinkable and unknowable, inexpressible without hope to fine the Truth

It’s empty as the whole shebang that spins and rolls along the ecliptic, forever & then some

You and I assume the premises as we’re programmed as a cyber fix for a species extinction

Hang up your hopes and dreams, let them collapse into the Singularity, back to original sin.

Obey nobody, obey no regulated behavior, obey no laws that omit venial and mortal blows

To whom it may concern, comprehend the gist of the kiss welcoming the sperm that flows

As the protozoans leave their wasted tracks embedded in the trees’ grassland smoke & fire

Pulled in the air, held it in longer than Life allows, huff, blow, choke, cough, straits are dire.

Nobody’s gonna get hurt while living the life of the good, bad & ugly, a naturally sweet screw

Smoked replacements got fired up in a jiffy, flammable after a beatdown, shots of fire spew

Greater than zero and less than infinity, Time and Space full of mass fully embedded souls

Every single One of a Many animate God’s petri dishes of viral bacteria, The End, I’m Boss!

Deliver all of it, Nothing but Something and it appears you’re a modern genius, all full of It

One professional or naïve, amateur animation of the 208 bones we’ve gleaned, that’s it, Life

As it’s always been, so it will always be, an immortal’s trip on light’s miracle of a blown star

Energy and Mass in a trajectory to the Void origin, joker is the Big Guy speeding way too far.

Gimme a buck shot and a beer boilermaker, belly up to the bar, I’m flush, I’m inebriated, so

Ready to pass out in a mud ditch, behind a Ferrari steering when doin’ 165 in a 40 MPH zone

She too was wrapped around my core, against an oak tree, I was pinned in a Chevy Camaro

Loaned wheels from brothers of others’ mothers, 32 teeth knocked out my face, lips blow.

Now and then, you stop a moment to renew the power lost by work and play, eat and drink

To be mighty or just to make it through the nightmares and dreams I can’t smell yet it stank

Too bad to be good, day after the rigor mortis, there’s no sign of super-ego or Id, no my dear

My way on a 49 highway, reconnoitered by The Cause, found it drunk on blood lust & in fear.

by

r j j stephan, I

c.  Jeudi, January 1^st, MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted ‘round 2 AM while jammin’ to @KipMoore #SomethinBoutATruck on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/3YfNFR6gh2E?si=lXZhA_RAI4itjqNW }

F I N I S

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@PAINLESS_TATTOO

#TakeSomeOffTheTop #CrewCutsFineHoundDog #HoodooManBlues @Joanna_Connor #BluesPurples @KipMoore @ChrisJanson @Beachboys

SIGN UP AHEAD SAYS IT ALL,

TWILIGHT ZONE, SHOOT FOR THREE!

Into the void place, you either know it or you don’t, if you do not know, you will too soon

Before you’re ready to roll, the accident or the assistance request fills up the full moon

Work is what it’s all about, the old Russian philosopher plays rock on an electric guitar

As if being channeled from above the tallest Alp to the hot, molten lava planetary core.

Force of anti-gravity and momentum are the Earth orbit mocking atomic electron charm

Pour your attention into learning the way to survive in a hostile or docile environ of harm

Brace yourself for the stone, cold truth about the reason why mankind exists here at all

There’s no argument against the facts, even blind & deaf people can braille see the call.

Deluxe and premium essence to be taxed at 50% all judged by states of lost mind stuff

Closed eyes one last time and there may not be anyone there to see your final wink/blink

Either way we’re all going to return to the place we were before Ma & Pa copulated me in

It’s not my creation so don’t shoot the only messenger you’ve got, so fortunate my son.

Stay put right where you live, never give up your ground to the government mules’ gamut

Some day and some way the First Cause will galvanize the Final Effect, dressed, split gut

Like the prey the brave hunter/killer was just in the mood to survive, to live with a rat race

Imposed the all too human wills on the innocents, they’ll comply & avoid fraud & waste.

Right between your eyes at the top of your nose, there’s a temple holding a mortal soul

Keeping lungs breathing on autopilot regardless of quality of consciousness’ rigmarole

Schematic of your highness on the downlow in a corrupted petri dish of bacterial hells

Inferior intellects created government of masses, they had no magical wand of spells.

Western civilization needs to go back to the seventh century in civilization flux to behead

You and I, even the executioner and judge eventually once concubines & queens are dead

Fear being all too human, it’s the thought that counts, free will causing all special effects

Think of being a thing itself in the form of a human, shape of an ape, survive domestic sex.

Scents of wet animals in an enclosure, fouling out the oxygen level, a claustrophobic man

On getting out of prison in time to get to @TimeSquare, I’ll be damned if I’m goin’ back too

Holy ghosts can bring reinforcements to force compliance of the super snakes, too human

Wrote the note, hid the words behind the brick in the wall, it was really all in all a stone fan.

Miracles are impossible special effects which can’t be repeated experimenting, not a Truth

Facts cannot be mutated without transforming into lies, stating untrue arguments forsooth

High or low vice versa too, until death do us part, fighting for survival to be free of holy kings

Soul on frozen ice still embedded in the hard H2O, a beat of hard knocks on big tire O-rings.

Holier than the holiest ones who remain celibate for life, avoiding a species’ sin production

If no daughters or sons are born, original sin won’t be created & won’t need forgiveness’ pin

Hence, perception dream animated as a film, a cinematic reproduction of conscious mind

New Year 2026 in the wings, ready to put a pedal to the metal, wet dreams appear & rewind.

To be or not to be is a question avoiding the consequences of pretending it all matters, s#it

There is no answer to the rhetorical juxtaposition of phraseology, except nobody knows It

Why nobody knows is because all the dead people who were born first were ignorant in sin

They failed to write down the language in surviving media out of Mother Earth annihilation.

Pertaining to the final Cause of the final Effect, unprecedented, all unpredictable at best

Words said, sung, stated and distorted into cancellation of what your blind faith let rest

Underground buried six feet beneath the surface and holy cross of granite, I.D. and record

Above ground in clear sight of my disembodied consciousness, I graduated, a Red Horde.

Picked the A-team to win the championship of this & that without knowing why, just to win

Pretentious as TNT could be when you lie and forget what the lie was, you’ll contradict a sin

Paying for the faking of the Truth eventually because the karma never vanishes from a soul

Astrally fixed this askew planet below, spins, wobbles, orbits & lets history be, death’s goal.

by

r j j stephan, i

C.  Mercredi, Freezember XXXI^st, MMXXV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

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