#ricoSacto
Saturday, June 11, 2022
#VirtualBlindVirtuosity #WatermelonTimeInGeorgia #TimingIsEverything
#SickleCells #BloodLineVampireDNA #MortalImmortals #TheRACE #LaRAZA #GRACIAS @LosLonelyBoys @Aaron_Tippin @AmericatheBand
Friday, June 10, 2022
#SANTANA #BRANCH #CHICAGO #ShockTheMonkey #Apechit
MOBY DICK SPERM WHALE, IT'S ALL OVER
Blood in the water, on the ground down to deeper graves down to gravity's heaping dump
Underground in holy dirt, somewhere outside the hoods where angels fear to go and hump
Meaning jumps back & forth, no interception of conception, an explosion of population ilk
Broke into the notes of the melody that did my dirty work, it's not for me to say, drink milk.
Simple & inferior soul & mind that's been moved by the unmoved movers who preceded me
Don't care what happens after my death, it's comin' but I am tryin' to delay the monkey's key
To the lock in the door and combination of the safe's numbers, the key is to sublimate apes
Evolved from them so that they must be arisen from, the very nature of the vino's red grapes.
Wrath of the minions comin' like after the monster of Dr. Frankenstein, idiots leading morons
A herd ready to follow the leader over the bottomless pit's cliff, let 'em go, let 'em go right on
Rockin' in the free world to function as a catalyst for 'The End' effect, a Singularity putsch hell
Mum's the Word made flesh, out of nothing, no thing, it's what it is, IT ain't Cuervo Especiale.
I've got a secret only God knows, if you're God then you know, if you ain't, you'll never know
Why your origin, the egg & sperm turned to the zygote that grew into the life of the low blow
Do to you what I would not want you to do to me, before you change your mind, it is all done
It's either yours or mine, you want it and I got it, you can't get it out of my cold, dead hands!
Scream until your voice is lost in the Void, nobody hears anything out in the universe's hole
It will not be your will that wills the world to end, it's above and below this planet's forces, so
Get ready for the end of at least your breathing, heart-beating, thriving in terrestrial bliss' sky
Between Earth, the Earth's singular moon, the other eight planets out to Pluto's infrared pie.
My god, no god, accidental collision of matter in the middle of an empty matrix of atomic jizz
Moves or unmoved, energy to last forever and a spin of the star or the dirt you're on matters
Heaven, hell below, we're all gonna go, graves allow the power of gravity to bury us under It
We'll be a Supernova in spirit, you'll never know it, blow me down, it's a trip's monkey purse.
Struggle for survival, it's seriously worse than you think & better than God thinks in jailcells
Making inferior things, forms of life like humans & others, some extinct, some unseen angels
Professional or amateur, as a human from zygote to corpse, a certainty principle rings bells
Logic, reason, induction, deduction, rationality of philosophy ideas, form, matter or all hells.
If all hell broke loose, it would mix with the heavenly scents wafting from the easts & wests
Pardon my blooper, actually I have more than one, more like many bloopers & absurd jests
It works, to be or not to be answering questions with more questions until you turn it vague
Every day & every year in anyone's life is precious, Chicago to Rio Cool, it's your path, a leg.
Spare parts aren't the answer to the problem of mortality, bones get decrepit, you dig man?
Snowflakes in the desert fall and melt before dawn, we're a planet in space, sheet happens
For a good or not, existence thrives during the divine's momentary lapse of pure reason sins
In a little while, THE IN & OUT, no more breath or good times, no memory of baby cries, sons.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, June Xth, MMXXII Anno Domini
{ Drafted while scoring a series of home runs and striking out on balls in the dirt, while listenin' to the #BourbonBlues 3-4 hours @ https://youtu.be/fPb7doh686c }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Thursday, June 09, 2022
#CareerAdvisorToTheVoidNothingSpecial #YoArchie #LosLonelyBoys
Gave the minions, you, me & every other homo sapiens, nobody's left out of the last phase
When the Earth atrophies and in retrograde from the monkey paws that have corrupted God
Now and in the future, the time ahead of all of us who won't survive the death of the hot Bod.
Corrected the professors exams just for kicks, they didn't know the answers were all fictional
Followed logic & calculus, induced deductions followed by false premises of prophetic fools
Dying in the end, mouth agape and bowels loosed against poetic justice of DA's & the drones
Singin' the same old song to the same old people at the same old time, holy mother of Ones.
Ace in the hole, four or with two jokers, six Ones, no peek at the faces, just the coded rears
You cannot come and go as you please, the property is private and you don't own mirrors
To make it appear that you have a deed of ownership or a lien on the thing itself, good lie
That you possess the dirt of the planet in a place of longitude and latitude, dirt to the sky.
One and only way to catch the meaning of the virtue signals comin' from every direction up
In and out of the mouth through the canals of energy generation, can't runneth over a cup
To the pain and suffering of your mothers, I salute them for the trouble, it's a cursed reprieve
To bleed out for the species, to raise the brood & propagate the blind faith of Adam the Eve.
Infinite to null and void, that's Time, Space & matter to energy transformation, hot & cold
Extinction will become the norm but there will be no record of it to recall in any time old
Language and printing preservation in the pages, volumes of tomes & oral sagas of the clan
All in the fire of the supernova's singularity, stroke of luck you got to know before Peter Pan.
Magic in a dream, better than the actual fire in the hole, comin' with the roaches & sty pigs
Barns in the yards in charge of the locomotion of the herds, all in the family doin' Irish jigs
A dance & your mother's labor, pain & suffering just to hear your cryin' & bitchin' until ends
We all gotta go, come on man, it's all you get out of it, dead food, life gives y'all the Bends!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, June IX, MMXXII Anno Domini
{ Cracked out of the nut while jammin' to @GovernmentMule LIVE link @ https://youtu.be/cYvvnvtNDxQ?t=82 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Wednesday, June 08, 2022
#KILROY was here with #STEPPENWOLF #TwoFerOneTodayToo
'CAUSE YOU THINK YOU'RE SO PRETTY, RIVER STYX IS KILROY DRY
Meaning only that my advice is to enjoy every single day you get on this Earth, it's ringin' bells
Like I don't really recollect the time on the planet before I was born, except for one thing too
I died & came back to life a few times, like I'm a nine life cat but I'm not, menu-do cosmic stew.
Nothing I can recall of the past living on Earth other than I was no insect or reptile or mammal
Something extinct in 2022 A.D. except inside of a DNA recessive gene which is immune to hell
What the One is can't be mutable, it's necessary condition is that it's immutable, always One
Common ground I step down upon is the same as yours, if it isn't then you ain't in on it, son.
You may be on a different path than I am, you may not be on any path at all, just here & now
Rationality and the quest for the Truth be damned, take the hand of the virgin & jump on in
The volcano hole accepts the flesh and bones for sacrifice to the imagination's conflagration
That you live after you die without a body, without a mind, only a soul you & I eagerly blow.
Into the plethora of star effulgence created from Nothing, out of Nowhere in no Time at all
Yet, here we are, y'all over there & me way down here on the block or in the backwood y'all
For the sake of sanity and the power to sleep and wake up ad infinitum, until the crows caw
Absentee fathers and unwed mothers have the Commandments to be thankful for, Raw Law.
Choirboys learn the lessons and transmute into altar-boys, paperboys & bat-boys until the end
Swept up in the hub bub around acculturation, I'll follow like y'all follow, I'm gently weepin'
There's no reason nor rhyme left in the baked bean souffle, empty of the form & anti-matter
Wake the discourse by force, unless it's a talking horse like Mr. Ed and rode by a mad hatter.
In the groove on the platter groove, first to the last RPM spin, it's about the tracks 13-19 teens
Where the start is the finish and vice versa, a bizarre world where nothing's right, it's all wrong
As the day allows a conscious awareness, it's a dream within a dream moving random scenes
Will to control the causes and effects is futile, resistance is always futile, Mari fire up the bong.
So, I slid safe into home, caught the catcher in the cup, I felt bad that I felt so good, team hug
Wisdom fled my conscious awareness for several important moments today, I am such a lug
Listen carefully when I croon the words of the chimney sweeper, spittin' creosote of hot bricks
Unfolded for your eyes only, it's not for me to say, it is what it is. upstream down river Styx.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, 6-8-2022 AD @ 2100 hours PST #gODamFinklestein
{ 2Aday drafted while jammin' to #BestOfStyx link @ https://youtu.be/UjnCTHi9Qf0 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
#BottomsUp #FromTheTopDown #GAGA #SHAKUR #YOGA #ALL
END OF THE SAPIENS SPECIES' EXTREME DOT MATRIX
Smashed and grabbed as if you've never been taught the morality of good-evil behavior ends
Meaning nothing more than possession of a comprehensive philosophy of this pseudo reality
Seen, heard, smelled, tasted and felt as a touch & felt as an emotion, a rescue of idiots in me.
Here is what I mean by idiots, it's not a sound of a moron's opposition to logic or mortal sins
Rational to a fault, never unlistened to, a speaker with a spark & light gleam of a pimp's door
Prison break and the laws that were broken have retooled the punishment for the score wins
Four score you'll never see but a tie score will show the whole world what it means to score.
Bishops as cardinal red as any father in heaven or in dirt, above & below mirror image faces
Inside of your & my heads, mindful recollection of your & my past historical action & willing
Of the Ends you're heading toward, there's nothing there beyond the clouds & empty spaces
Cared too much or not enough, felt bold and brave plummet to the herd's timid & suffering.
Dot matrix the DNA to the massive monster bones you see as dead as the past million years
Of revolution and elliptical orbit about the burning ball of Hydrogen gas, my love, love me sun
Keep in mind, face the rays and feel the burning love, it's a hunk or maybe too much for some
Sincerely yours, on the other hand, it's too hot to handle for everyone but you, mama's fears.
Worried about you being safe & sound, until you were out of sight, out of mind, forgotten too
Letters handwritten for the edification of the parental helicopters that hover for guidance flux
Out of this world as you know it, the world that was here before your conception, you're all in
Occult hens calculating, cackling incessantly about a scan in the twilight zone, I love Mortal sin!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, June VIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST #EvolutionPrecedesExtinction
{ Under heart attack, drafted this piece while hemorrhaging strings of empty sounds of silence while jammin' to #NeedMoreCowbell @SNL bit link @ https://youtu.be/cVsQLlk-T0s & listenin' to "How Did Woody Allen become Woody Allen" link @ https://youtu.be/esYrjvi0R98 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
Tuesday, June 07, 2022
#CellBlock17 #@Woody @#Elvis #HailMary
ON BEING THE TWILIGHT ZONE OF DUCKS' POND SCUM
This entire planet of chaos is the scent of a woman and the ending of the wonders of living
Monkeys pretending not to be the apemen they came from, it works a little bit for a while
Did you know what you didn't know before you knew it? I don't think so, the unknown up.
Whatever is out of our world, eight miles higher than the planet's ground, dirty rock pebble
Broken down apples and your delete button finger is cut off, William Tell rang the arrow bell
Shot into the heart to cause the blood to leak out into the matrix vacuum, blue blood to red
Monks hiding in caves, far away from the world of their mothers & fathers, it's what she said.
Courts in session and the verdict is in, you and I fired the bosses & now we've drunk the grog
Error in judgement has caused instant poverty within 60 days, no savings, no checking, a blog
Why don't you just shock the monkeys 'til they blow the commandments of humanity to err
Obedience to law that preceded all of our presence, the law began at the origin, Mom, Her.
No way you get in here to the Earth's atmosphere without yo' mama, have some respect too
She brought you into the world and she could take you out, behind your back, a cuckoo flew
Over the nest where the nuts get cracked and allow the good, the bad & the entry I can't find
In & out of inflated bones, all 208 of them, it's how many all of us have, deflated simple mind.
Greasers and the social butterflies who move about from home to the corner, on the cellblock
All of them had four of them, all of them had the gangs to hang, not doin' anyone's homework
Not many going to colleges & universities, nearly all being indoctrinated, drafted in the bloods
Leftover fear from the ancestors, linked up the scared cats with afterlife pablum of the cryps.
Never underestimated, I acknowledge y'all so to speak, we're all together before we're scatter
Shot gunned out of humanity & the funk that it leaves behind, makes It All most foul to smell
Moving upwind is necessary and you always know where you don't want to go, it's full of scat
Above my paygrade and below the bottom of the ocean, there's a heart of Earth's antimatter.
Soul to go, here, there & everywhere you'll never get to, you're a mortal, not an immortal son
You and your people in your family and group of associates will all be extinct in a century's fun
Causes and effects and the grand funk of historical recollection are all we have, it's On The Air
Broadcasting live 'til we're all dead & gone, far, far away from Words & Flesh here, over there.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, June VIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST