#ricoSacto

Thursday, April 16, 2026

#BurntWaterFrozenStiff #ChicagoHITSman

SLIPPED AWAY INTO AN OLD MAN’S SEA

Gods can’t see since eyes are required, blind fold the light into the Void, empty white trash

Know you are what I am, coagulation of gas, liquid & solid gold, leftover solar, all rosy rash

Pricking your pin cushion with a point that matters, straight or bent, unburdened ol’ mamas

Mental illness’ filling the RNA to transfer to the eggs and sperm in the repo-womb of papas.

 

Idiot moron trolls teaching freaks how to act, how behavior affects your mind’s trippin’ fuss

Priests from top to bottom, neo-conservatives, you’re on fire to be burnt for the sake of US

Lead the followers over the cliff, on the way to the smashed 208 bones, delusion remains cool

Fear itself is inside the morons educated by all morons, K-12 & beyond this mutant gene pool.

 

Brilliant boys and girls have rubbed a POTUS’ hair on his leg to tickle his maggoty fancy, no fun

Dougie is here too!  But anyway, sickness unto death emerges every century, many to the One

Competence of One mind’s eye when in the middle of chaos, deliver a word salad, it’s all gone

On a byway to the extinction of ape species, step back to Cro-Magnon mind, all Man’s godson.

 

Jack ass has false teeth to keep within the tiny mouth, cry like actors who die of cigar smokes

Something is right about the present status of the world, kill the life until it’s extinct, blokes

Fear the air between your ears, out of control in the eyes of your own parents, lie down dogs

Lookin’ into my eyes, you see a sea of unknowing, revealed by accidental breach of the fog.

 

Bringing you out of synch one-on-one to the game, we’ll play by our own rules, no game over

Until I say so, there’s no free will or low-information choice allowed in the command tier drop

Tracing the payroll and the body parts on the frozen journey from dead to dying guy, all saved

Magic touch on my hand to your arms and face, then I hand it to you, you jump aboard, loved.

 

This I can tell you, what can’t be seen with naked eyes, blind men view as hum of a demigod

Infinitesimal ‘g’ expresses the real & rational, the large ‘G’ reserved for pagans It’s all but got

Everything from subatomic to macro galactic sizes of matter, all substance as above, so below

Knowledge of wisdom is insufficient for homeostasis; only distant death completes seed-sew.

 

Tragedy is that no Time is wasted on Comedy, laughing at all the super folly of human roasts

Boys and girls pre-teen onto the final projection of the trajectory, an underground, empty cup

Completely finalized once the last gasp blows you away from the injected venom, holy ghosts

Came & saw the way it is, the way it was & suspect the way it will always be, Big Sur surf’s up.

 

Brain worked from the first hunger cry in the world of air, water, and unseen concepts of gold

Not the fool’s type, the real veins descended from the pure lead, the cooled big bang untold

Pretending that the kings and shepherds of past millennia have had a handle on the Presence

Until we awaken & figure we can’t go for that bill of goods, It’s evil spelled backward, Live Ns.

 

It’s simply too complicated to run the deductive or inductive reasoning in a vacuum of spunk

Old ladies and old gentlemen have the no can do attitude & they can’t do it, gotta have funk

Without the essence, the rest remains preconceived in a notion; it’s the definition of the gist

Meaning that post-mortem actuality is a moot point, bliss right here & now, I am what it Is.

 

Beatniks and Hippies greeted the adolescent minds with revolution, then levied the taxes

On labor & inheritance, expecting more as the body ages, receiving much less for battle axes

By magic dragons or puffs of the smoke from burnt pine leaf, terps to warp the skirts of hens

So below as it was above, before & after Time’s presence, #STFU & now you know too, gents.


by
r j j stephan, i
c. Dimanche May 18th MMXXV Anno Domini at 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #LeaveMeAloneImAFamilyMan by #MikeOldfield on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/tOFarDcaGUY?si=pnw_PvxXbGdvpqv0 } 

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W.W.A.R.D.?

mike oldfield  / family man with lyrics

Spencer Tracy Fight with Sharks - The Old Man And The Sea (1958)The Old Man And The Sea By Ernest Hemingway (Animated)

Wednesday, April 08, 2026

#SkipARopeFirst #OnADateWithMyHighSchoolFling #IWouldntChangeAThing

NOT A DAMN THANG PICASSO WOULD CHANGE

IN THE GOOD OLD DAYS

Por favor, mi amigos et amigas, listen carefully to the stone silence in this eerie sensation
In your face’s holes, eyes, ears, nose & mouth are all ready for the spirit’s exit stage right
Or up, down, even far left or right, it doesn’t matter to the nucleus that you appear in sin
Disobeyed some authority over your will to power, good, bad and ugly are your faulty kin.

Matter and the ‘x’ form it shapes to animate on Earth, fly in the wind, and sublimate in the sea
Not to mention from the wet mud that used to be flooded with H2O, grows a spontaneous me
Never heard of before conception & high probability souls die in Time, be born & then be gone
Karma, what you’ve done & what you’ll do after this moment, matters as much as a dog bone.

Masticating the eclecticism only to sublimate it into absolute nothingness, lost in outer Space
I don’t mean to cast aspersions, but still I will because I am compelled to do so, in your face
Painted the woman, sang to the woman, made love to a woman to conceive a ghostly godsend
Out of your mothers, sisters, fathers, sons and brothers will get no satisfaction in a deep End.

Apologize in advance for the pending doom in the future, which I’m solely responsible for, yet
Just saying, insinuating or lying about facts, the facts ain’t my fault anyway, we’re all gonna die
Whether you have the spells of magic or the will to power to create something from nothing
All too human or a divine conglomerate of reconfigured plethora, smoke & mirrors reflecting.

Tense in the Past & the Future but the Present is all too cool, it only lasts for a huff and a puff
Then it’s either to sleep due to the nervous system’s program to avoid overload on the Stuff
Anything you eat & swallow or breathe in & asphyxiate your bronchial passages is fuel to poop
Come over to the dark side of the moon & it’s just like the light side, dirt from the cosmic soup.

Popular recollection in the womb, swirling darkness’ feeling of being claustrophobic yet so cool
Never wanted to drop out of the hostess, but she was hurting from my burgeoning egg sample
Hence, premature birth is a million plus times better than premature death and burial in Hell
Too human for the humans, not all too subhuman or superhuman, somewhere lost in the dell.

Keeping the forward thinking movin’ up a middle path, not too far left or far right, copacetic
Dreaming or waking up and moving to and fro for pathos & comedy in store, it makes you sick
You feel me? You dig where I’m comin’ from? I’m not yankin’ your chain, I wanna know it now
Will you fall as I will on a final gasp of breath you get? I’ll try to lie down for a final, KO blow.

Astronauts knew, mission control knew, the leakers knew, to everyone else it’s a wild ass myth
UFO comes from Space & Time, humanity’s combined DNA/RNA survival collective is a Stith
Don’t ask me & I won’t tell you what this means to the minions above & below the ‘air’ plane
Hinting to satisfaction you’ll never encounter, it’s the Rolling Stones in a loop, a link of profane.

Begin where you left off and if you’ve forgotten your place, just jump right in and move ahead
Before you overheat, rest and allow the hot keys to chill out to below zero or minus ten instead
All the lesser than morons who propagate the ash and corpse fields, it’s never above or below
Being too cool to be a stiff, rigor-mortis corpse, take a rocket to the hot sun, little sis & big bro!

Itself, the thing moves as it’s been trained & modified from the savage being who had coitus
Nobody is the wiser if the spermatozoa were a mix of a party train, men who ought to pay us
But they were not only morons but also were inebriated beyond the rational limit, no reason
Yet the time moves to the next moment, you’ll see until the last moment you’ll never see, Son!

I kissed the sky when she wasn’t quite ready for my charms, I returned to grounded beef, me
It was all a dream within a dream, the computer hard drive needed a cool break, hard to free
Yet necessary and sufficient to construct an irrefutable argument to weaponize the minions’ ilk
They all know what the score is, bottom of the 9th or end of 4th, 3rd periods, on OT goat milk.

Ready or not, here we come, Oley Oley ocean, free, free, free, that’s what she said to you & me
Hook, line & sinker, we bit on the lure, sooner or later, we’d be metabolized by people or the sea
If you think that because you think, it means that you exist, then you’re a Cartesian, oh, Rene
Deduce from a twilight zone of inductive arguments, sublimate the premises, illogical, a Payday.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Wednesday, April 8th MMXXVI Anno Domini 333 PMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to #TheGoodOldDays in a loop @BigSmo on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3eozVuADXPs }

GO HEAD EVE, BITE IT AGAIN

Tuesday, April 07, 2026

Cornucopiac in #TheGhetto @DonnyHathaway #WaitinOnASunnyDay @Springsteen @Church @BigSmo #GoodOleDays

SUNNY DAY ON THE DARK SIDE’S BIGFOOT PRINTS 

In the name of an absentee father and the son of a motherless daughter, full of hand jive
Knowledge and wisdom escaped anyone who remained illiterate, not reading the beehive
All you had was what they gave you and you gleaned the cream of the crop, always with you
If not you then who would I depend on to help me if I got stuck in a temporary fix, no clue.

It doesn’t matter if you knew yo’ mother & father or any connection to the world’s hung fire
An easy way to cut to the chase involves laying the Truth out on the line for a full discovery
Stick it in your ear, my foot, you say, a manner of displaying civilized disgruntlement to Life
Every day from dawn to dusk, breathe in and out until you don’t get another huff, not a one.

Fine to be dead if you knew it was part of the deal, but you forgot, & it’s OK to be DOA caput
Watch with ears, see with myopia & conclude all arguments with an illogical non-sequitur
What else can a fella do? No more nor less than a female human, I cast not one aspersion
Yet, I’m as ignorant as the day I was born without an ego, just a hunger for logic and reason.

Original sin sounds elegant, an infraction of the universal law of obedience to a lawful order
Hitting the road, I don’t comprehend the value of the procession into the unknown disorder
Kicking yourself as you approach your home, you know it won’t be as easy as it looks, phuq
I say that because that’s the harshest I can be in this mode of expression, don’t even duck.

Plasma blackout fills the Void with a series of flashing lights and a bounce atop of the ocean
Formed into a shape that accommodates a spark that animates skin & bone in a poetic notion
Harps and harmonicas run the melody of the northern lights, solar cycle XXV cooks metal too
Trying to introduce an intruder into the Void may not be a genius decision, just funding a Sin.

Trying to climb the tower of Babel again & again, you bet you’ll get nowhere fast, a solar flare
Nobody is allowed to abort the mission; a decision to abort has no function, nor is it an option
Neither of us makes any difference in the long run of the order of Nothing or anything at all
On a wing and a prayer, some group decided to take a chance with the wins and losses of Ball.

We all have our own game, guardians bestowed upon fake innocence, stepped up to the plate
Lettin’ the liquid bleed out of our holy orifices between our legs & in our cerebral cortex pate
Listen to me once more & I’ll never forget you’ve entertained the minions as if you were one
Test the state of inventions converged into a unit of protective precision, good to go, my son.

Fly high, stay cooler than the bottom of the sea & annihilate the heated radiation anomalies
Listen and watch for the beginning of the Star Trek and the Star Wars, it will be quite a while
Ballistic re-entry of the UFOs, they FAAFO in my opinion, now it’s a limited failure mode tease
Fly high, come back in one piece, tell us tales of being dead/not dead, we'll be better, at ease!

Hardball played, softball ruined my eye on the golf and tennis ball, she’s got the bags in tow
Imagine, as you can, you’re in a predicament with one way out & you force the threat to go
Wake up in bed, you’re as woke as you were when you fell asleep, a dream in a dream dive
Function of the calculus & trigonometry of the Space & Time continuum is special, relative.

This is a test, the unknown unknown problem is an absolute clusterphuq for the minions too
Nobody will get out alive, the Milky Way doesn’t care because it has no conscience, fight foo
Blind, deaf & unable to articulate sounds never heard, two lips read to mean random ideation
Dogs won’t guide the wisdom to miss obstacles to atomic fission and fusion, originally a sin.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, 4-7-2026, @ArtemisIICrew T minus 60”
{Drafted while listenin’ to @AremisII LIVE on PBS link @ https://www.youtube.com/live/tueDYAsx7cU?si=v4NZligPPWcaJUIx & during blackouts jammin’ to @DarylsHouse & @TheOJays on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/QYKyglyjtTw?si=FJJ1c8-U1LioLf5t}
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W.W.A.R.D?