#ricoSacto

Saturday, January 28, 2023

28 GOODYEARS BEFORE A HUNDRED WARS IN THE GHETTO 'MERIKA #WhackedToBACKEE

THREE WAR DRAGONS FLYING & DYING

Minimum of the wages, to war without a battle, to be or not to be extinct in bee hive's honey
On the points there are stabbings of the things that bleed out in five minutes of moon-sun tea
Asked me if I wanted the belt to teach me to be obedient to the direct orders of the superior dog
In the hunt where the cats all go for the scraps left over by the hunters of prey, pure gogmagog.

In a whirlwind, a maelstrom of atomic electrons, neutrons and protons pretend to be the gods' ilk
All they ever wanted was to be alive on Earth, to pay restitution for the myriad of invalidated milk
From the teats of mothers who didn't even know their fathers or brothers, nor their own egg-semen
Nobody saw it coming right out of the blue, actually pitch black, lookin' like a trap for evil, live men.

Interest over a hundred percent in the ways and means of the committees that come down hard
On the babies abused and their offspring idiots who toe the line, follow the rules of the holy bard
Wrote the bible and the encyclopedias of the wisdom and knowledge of terrestrial animation's kill
For the food and drink at the party, all you get is what you bring and share, take an LSD acid pill.

Theree's a disconnect from the engine that drives the motion of the ocean's sand forward & back
Gods above or below are a #NoShow for the end of the dream when eyes bleed consciousness' sack
Who you were and always will have been is the bag of bones' in body, in soul, for you to get to know
Leaving it behind once you immerse your modem into the time and space of a pointed, cupid arrow.

It is done, all at once or little by little where nobody notices anything, as a blinded third eye does
No black lights or neon mutations of photons are left over as the Void becomes everything's fuzz
Dreamland in your & my heads, ends in a fade away shot at the end of the game, no harm or foul
Green, red & orange between the black and blue of the Void, the One, inside your mind, I'm a doll!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, Janvier XXVIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.


Friday, January 27, 2023

#WhatsTheScoop #GASP #FooFighters #UFO is #Foo ya fool! #EMINEM @Stargard #Bewitched #WitchWaysUp


GOOD & UGLY, THEREFORE SEE NOTHING BUT BEDS’ SPREADS OF THREE BAD DRAGONS FLYING
Words generally become unintelligible in a specific way, consistent with the idiots’ dribble
Not between two or three but between trillions of germs, I mean people on planets’ Earth
From perimeter to the center of the nucleus, grim reaper is in charge of the recycled hail
Storm full of fake thunder & lightening in the Void’s electrons and neutrons all out on bail.

From the prison of protons, tons of them next to & atop of one another, form of third shift
I’m the messenger, I ain’t the creator or the maintenance manager of the things, my Godson
Buy everything in sight before it’s all gone, handymen ate most of it but there’s KitKat pizza
Full of the food given and taken from the pots and pans via Styrofoam & plastic god’s Papa.

Ego of ethics and morality forgotten just as rigor mortis sets into the joints of sex & rock
It all rolled down the hills from the bitten necks of bleeding, bloody hearts’ ventricle shock
Attacked and stroked the life out of the inner sanctum where the lies resided until daylight
Sunrise on the unknown, empty sets of the universal monkeys roamin’ ‘round Earth’s fight

Kiss my ain’t that something or another thing itself, beneath the platform’s one mighty Void
I know it, even the black magic villains and good, sad clown woke inside of a mankind droid
Marks from dots, lines alone or crisscrossed, ‘x’ marked the ink spot of dirty word’s of gods
Just one sound of one word, ‘O’ found what I was lookin’ for, #Woke up girls in my hot-rods.

Never conceived in the four-wheel bedrooms or maybe I did with the ones or the one, none
Immaculate conceptions of the deception, who I am where the origin is, was & always will be
Aggravated my batteries and caused the direct hits on the targets’ marks of the “X” spot, son
Sleep tightly, awaken at dawn for Entry into The Ending, Agave saga is here, now, Pulque Me!

Choice between nothing and the rest of the things at an atomic, molecular level is nigh, a sin
No, lies are the truth and vice versa, words are significations of scared babies of orphan kin
Little or big sisters and brothers from other fathers and birth mothers, raised Abel & a Cain
All you could do is fear the Fear everywhere night moves were made, hide in a cave’s pain.

Labor of the womb pushin’ the stream and the knot of Adam out into the matrix of slime
All good to be slippery and unable to grip for a snap or a bite into the holy ticks of Time
Space is you, you forgot the Truth, recollect it now for the duration of your call to arms
Ergo, panic ensues, calmness results, killers killed, all good, Juan & Mary homey charms.

Silence without sounds carried by the ether/air above & below the spin masks-on-face
Now all you know is what you got from the words of mouth and calligraphy of longhair
Punks, junkies and their parents who spawned them will all fall under a London bridge
Americas both South & North, China, Russia, Europe-Asia Minor hoarders, God’s grace.}

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, Janvier XXVIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted after reading about #Pulque, the reason why everything on Earth is all #fornicatedUP
& down, all around, also jammed listenin’ to @TowerOfPower #MaybeItWillRunOff & #SquibCakes link @ https://youtu.be/waqCLBMteGo & https://youtu.be/gQIhoKrCPLk }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, January 26, 2023

#GodDogMagog #FireMinimumWageWorkers #SisterSledge 1973-1993 - Ayn_Rand @Springsteen202tree #Satch #Boss

EYES NEVER CARED, BLIND FAITH FOOLS

I will never execute the finale of the Earth’s fate, it ain’t my fault we’re all here alone
As if it was our personal identity to be here who we are here on the supposed planet
A belief that your mother and father are sacrificed to the gods for your soul to be on ice
Contents frozen liquid medium into white noise in a black hole, there’s no welfare dice.

You and the entire rest of the species, the ones still alive before their own demises, hark
Always wanted to see if that word would be the harbinger of the doom to become a lark
In one ear and out of the other, nothing becomes the understanding like the appearance
Shape and form of the matter which is solidified gas within a very thin skin in long pants.

Today will be similar to tomorrow & yesterday but don’t blame me for that kids
Grand or great and grand, in every way you can think of, shout it out & take bids
For the end justifies the means, there’s no question that’s true, never false, Cuz!
Unsavory poison to the spirit, matter gets that way, eat it to shat it out to bloods.

Punks raised by the welfare food’s stamps, free of labor, a commune of miscreants
No responsibility for the mean men & women we’ve allowed to become the saints
Generals and admirals with the extended background investigations bleed secrets
Paid on your dime, enjoy the ride, it’s gonna be a solid flashback trip, all my rants.

Swollen muscles healed into the bloody, dried scabs who live from congealed ooze
Yet they’re the women and men who reside within liberated liberals’ funk & booze
As the whirling rock and leftover Big Bang dust we call HOME does what it do, does
I just like that way the ungrammatical sounds to my audio function, keep on my toes.

Bats are flyin’ in and out of the cavern, the cave entry to the bowels of the sacred Ids
Superego friends among us, you may be one or be related to one, nobody is innocent
Babies are payin’ the karma from their prebirth parental guidance to survive as the fit
Nobody is taught to be dysfunctional yet there are prisons and jail houses rockin’ kids.

iHeart images beyond the application of the functionality, riding dirty upon the saddle
Commuting to and fro as navigation is random, a whim of the cyberspace’s fake riddle
You are presented with the dream, you react and then you get to the end, last whiffs
Either buried, burned or fish food for the fauna of the sea, when it’s over, it’s all riffs.

Extradition of soul & sex trafficking, pretension to be mortal, impossible faith struggle
No judgement before your conception, if & only if I am correct, there’s none at the End
Keep this in mind although you’ll forget that you nailed it all down, just yesterday too
Up your nose with a rubber, ribbed hose, it’s a virgin flight of Walker-Jonny’s seagull.

I’ve got some good news & some bad news which seems to be more a hard rock sell
You’re all gonna die, even the babies pregnant in the females we love and need
To bake our cakes and pies, to be witnesses of the futility of existence we’ll feed
Full of it all that we’re fed, we’ve got to release what we think looks like holy hell.

Completely simple without a subject, object or predicate, Rights forgive debts
Putting this in your pipe to smoke is valuable as your next breath’s tete-a-tetes
Did you hear that? Did you see what I saw? Can’t you smell it, tasting the flesh
It is the skin and muscles of the animals, birds, two or four-legged burger crush.

What’s left but the trash refused from the contents’ containers, a plastic trash can
One’s dumped as the data, the datum of the cosmos has done, upon heads of MAN
Kind of like all you could do is get the shat far away from the divine mind of Zen
Eh? What the effort do you mean? Winter or Summer solstice, too close, my son.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier XXVIth, MMXXiii Ano Domini @ 711 AMPST

{Click on this sucker link for 200 million dollars, you will need it after life is over, trust me, the angels are on the take, jammed this while jammin’ to #SisterSledge #GTFoverit link @ https://youtu.be/eBpYgpF1bqQ & @Aretha_Franklin link @ https://youtu.be/8jCFzreP1ng }

F I N I S 

W.W.A.R.D.?

      

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Wednesday, January 25, 2023

#ThirdPartyInsideJob #FoolsFeelingFoolish

KILLED THE SHOOTERS AT THE OLD MILL’S STREAM
Warped my time in Space & filled the empty vacuum with notes C, D, E & F sharp
Chords moved the melody up and down the scale, a weight as heavy as water art
It all comes down to this or that, nothing more nor less than the uncertainty key
Known since the first gasp of air, a gas grab of an embryo stone wall, it’s ‘bout me.

Who will be kicked under the bus but all of us, everyone who is not an alien too
Here is a set of secrets locked up in a safe place, believe me, I wouldn’t lie to you
Or maybe I would if I got paid enough gold and silver, for treasure I will comply
Accurate as any other fool who knows nothing about existence, pro or con high.

Documents snuck out of the hidden records section, it’s all a blue secret of a liar
Worm into the game in the middle of the field of dreams, I woke up burned in fire
Purgatory or hell below, inside of the core of the planet, what’s left of the godson
All baked, fried, seared, barbequed both inside and outside, a mellow yellow one.

Infancy of finite cells in an unholy frenzy of linear trigonometry, immorality’s mortals
Lost in the calculus’ multiplication of a subtracted addition to zero, Covid19 gumballs
My children look in a mirror and saw a reflection of what their mothers allowed no say
Neither aborted nor immortal, a corner in cubes of six square plains, shot holes, today!

Five o’clock as the end of time, the workday’s finished, weekends all begun
Searched up and down, in or out of the dream’s reality room of smoked cash
Freak and the identity of the species’ mutants are all one and the same cache
It’s messed up in chaos’ order, zeroes and ones consecutive ad infinitum cliché.

Fear nothing, love everything, it’s all there is, it could always be worse, all bad
Evil leftover backwards ‘live’ just a coincidence, oh wait, maybe not, we been had
This dream’s nearly over with, seems to be losing its kick & it’s fading clear away
Brought the purple beams to light up the winner circle-sky, above & below, ahoy!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Janvier XXVth, MMXXIII Ano Domini, Mercredi @ 222 PMPST

{Collected to bust up really good, fetched this while jammin’ to #Springsteen concert LIVE @ https://youtu.be/YgRC8n2zuHY }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, January 24, 2023

#I_N_D_E_E_D #FieldTheoryAlphaOmega

 
CONJOB OF THE PROFESSIONAL COMEDIAN
In no uncertain terms, you’ll die if you die in your dream, you won’t wake up at all my #Woke peep!
All you know and all you’ll ever be able to do about it when you find out is, fall back on hind sheep
Now and in the past, history won’t change but no Future has arrived to be changed, so I am a fan
Future being the nature of humanely inhumane evolution of the one cell God in heaven? Apeman!

Blind men and women are told the identical unseen Truth about the reason they walk the dirty Earth
Planets circling black stars, uninhabited by DNA germs, paupers in packs of red, bloody i-heart
Unemployed & immigrated from the slave cultures of six other continents, anger management gods
Pray on your knees, sacrifice all viral infections up to the powers that be, burn on funeral pyre pods.

Morphine & the ends of Time won’t bring the Origin any closer than a neutron bomb implosion to be
Or not to be, that's one of the only questions to which there’s no super response, no answer is free
Liberty & old-man chains that used to bind the mind & body to the plants & plantation gamble, Caput
All gone as if none of it was ever here at all, history delete, erased, numb hole, a mind-glue sniff cut.

Poisoned the water of the troops & they failed to conquer the kings and queens of the doomed gods
Older than the star dirt, written on dark cave walls that used to be lit by torches of freedom hotrods
Bums & junkies chuckie’s roamin’ riverbeds of a Tri-City, all their refuse left to burn up handout perks
What happened to the babies who got raised on welfare’s foodstamps, look 'round in a circle of jerks!

Jolly Roger flag flyin’ high above a pirate ship of fools, my sisters and brothers aboard the holy seas
Not all too human, the program is enhanced by repetition of the identical things, ad infinitum please
Without any option, meaning before or after life as we know it, ain't no option, Space's Time is Sins
Stretch the imagination into the alleys & streets of the city of bad smells, dead meat run the dozens.

A story ends, when it’s over, it’s all over, don’t worry and just be happy, whistle & sing in the cold rain
Bleeding the grace of the divine & invisible to the naked eyes, highlight the ebb and flow of nut pain
Born dependent, die independent as a whiff of a scent rises for all dead meat sacrifices, divine BBQ
Seditious conspiracy to eat all living to stay alive, justification is no defense for lunatics, many or few.

Beard of long hair fallen on the barber’s floor, actually a bathroom of the den’s mother, keeper Blues
Awful waffles & invisible pancakes, warmed to harden the liquid for bad tastes of bitter fruit, my clues
Out of my hands, repeating a Word for the clubs of skulls & bones, jolly roger flag flyin’ high, smoke
Wafting all over the room, floor to ceiling, four walls full of burnt trees, hot leaves of Mary & a Coke.

Mom & dad questioned me, told the Truth & lied as I promised when I crossed my heart, hope to die
Don’t appreciate the pending extinction of my mother’s fruit of her womb, me hot-blooded as pistols
Drew fast at my last fight in the dirty-dust road between the town fronts, all Hollywood sets in the sky
Bloody knot, dry as a bone, lead-dust left-over pulverized into rocks' gold dust, fake battlefield trolls.

One pointed finger at anyone else, leaves three fingers pointing right back at a dead, old fake-face
Here are the secret codes for all of the enemy’s missile fleet, locked in my failsafe’s outerpace case
Leave us now, get on your way, forget everything we’ve seen and read about a fakeTruth’s God
Created Nothing and everything else, I’m related right? Holy scat, I did die in that olden hotrod!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier XXIVth, MMXXIII Anno Domini, Mardi @ 711 AMPST
{Clip your own wings, drafted while jammin’ to #AncientAliens link @ https://youtu.be/8NKCiETRzJQ }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, January 23, 2023

A FIFTH ON THE FOURTH, THE SIXTH IS ALL ON THE ONE #NobodyPromisedAnybodyLand #RomeoToGo

BLINDED & LIT UP BLACK LIGHT

Nothing to see here, moe and larry just move along without curly folk
Or was it the jelly bean joe, either way, I’m turnin’ blind in a dreamland
Inside of the revolving doors that terminate the wet dreams in the sand
Ubiquitous, sociopathetic miscreant in spun psyche, secret docs in #AJoke.

Herman the heretic came clean and died before the pivot in whip cream
Of orphans who were raised by one or another guilty innocence of a Sin
Adam or Eve or any other president or pauper or fool, all for One for All
Dreamers wake up, awaken as if life was just rowing a boat in a stream.

Boys won’t be girls & vice versa regardless of the secret Truth being told
Give and take what’s leftover and unspoiled by the dirty, filthy fool’s gold
Without it, you beg for bread, with it you pay the piper’s tax in the fighter
On my dime now, you are excused, I need no counsel of a roller-lighter.

Ran over myself with my snowplow I bought to help my neighbors’ dirt
You read and understood that long novel called #TheIdiot by The Russian
It won’t be on Prime video or MGM plus, yet the thought’s pure malarkey
With or without the epileptic antiseptic for the calm, cool, Mme Beasley.

Beards & disguises of all faces, heads & skeletons to cover up one Truth
Defend your offensive responsibility for everyone else’s failure, forsooth
Obligated to perform perfectly to any cause of motion’s misconduct, gads
More than what anyone’s looking for, that is the whole shebang, all gods.

Keeping all valuables out in the open and leaving the locked safes empty
Way of the narrow path, to the left of the right and to right of the far left
Function of calculations are to remain alive as long as bad guys allow, call
Even saints, priests, sisters & brothers will die, shoot the basketball y’all!

Bloody rivers dried up all of the muddy water left over from the civility freeze
Between the cousins and their stepfather’s children from other godmothers
Bums left like hobos who have never live near the railroad tracks full of tears
Cried about all of the spoiled, spilled milk of cows and goats, no cheese please.

Ubiquitous universe that goes wall to wall, as above, so below the holy poles
Never moving, an idea about the whirling wobble of the stones & bone holes
Buried the hatchets and the people or pulverized and dissolved them into dust
Same here and now as it’s always been, we’re all up with down with the lust.

Harm in Harlem and berserk in Berkeley, livin’ on more than a prayer, still Live
Monkeys get around our Earth, in and out of the Upwind, apes in paradise jive
Made commands to follow, to order the chaos and protect the innocent worm
Only maggot eggs can cause the effect, I see you now, just a naked ghost form.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier XXIIIrd, MMXXIII Anno Domini, Lundi @ 711 AMPST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to @SouthsideJohnny, @Springsteen @BonJovi, @LittleSteven link @ https://youtu.be/xOoy6e1LeYA }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, January 22, 2023

3 STOOGES BEST & GOD IS IN THE SUN, GOD IS IN THE EARTH, GOD IS DEAD LIKE MY MA & PA, #WheresRosalita? 3 HOURS of @BruceSpringsteen 1975-1985

HEADERS’ MUSCLES, ROLLIN’ A QUARTER MILE, GOES GREAT, GO STRAIGHT
Souped up my Grand Turismo Omolgato over the normal 400 c.i. Enzo Ferrari’s Homologated hotrod
It arrived when I was 16, to either die in a GOAT or a Challenger, around dead ape-men’s curvature
If not me it would have been another innocent kid, boy or a girl on the way to work or a date night
In any case, life minus a body doesn’t live another moment, no ghost to give up out the bones’ fight.

Miracle from cause to effect ad infinitum, lost in empty Space’s kayak without a paddle or a rudder
To move with the flow of the current away from the rocks and end of the shore, adrift, my brother
From another mother and father, we’ve come and we’ve gone, some returned while others burned
At the core’s blown meltdown of organized organisms’ refused garbage, black & blue trash turned.

Revolution recycled morons and idiots pretending to be the intelligent genies of a genius I.Q. count
All there is and all that will ever be is what has always been, things themselves and the heated meat
Dreaming about sleeping in peace without one eye wide open, lie down for a spell, no witch’s stunt
War’s warlocks finishing the final details before the black hole’s implosion, all in Thunder’s two feet.

Light either infrared or ultraviolet is neither the holy blackness nor the blinding whiteness of atoms
Blown or fused, no personality to see, hear, taste or smell, it’s what I got no feeling for, the Adams
Eve’s offspring, my kin, distant or kissin’ cousins, alone or with the full compliment of a vacuum Void
All in or all out, it’s a fierce tug of war, a battle for survival of the fit, strong survive a con game droid.

I ran the games under the bridges for cover, the enforced law was an outlaw, what I am is 208 bones
Parted ALL H2O to expose the bottoms’ sandy sea, dead star dirty blues, solar plexus gods’ honeydew
Poker or craps, my cards, my two dice, just one die away from the river’s edge, the flow of Blues’ do
What it does when it’s completely out of sight? Die & see…no doubt, no argument, I’m gone, Homes!

Full of the scat that moved from my conception to my demise, burned or buried, lost at the ape’s seas
Where the food fell from the sky, the money grew on all of the garden’s trees, before I lost divine skis
I slid upward and I fell down into the pit of the vacuum cleaner, sucked into the vortex of Mex & Tex
Everyplace coast to coast, border to border, every moment of nature’s party of One, holier than Sex.

Kids and their orphanages closed after the extinction beat the survivors back down into the dumpster
Where good trash turns into the wealth of the paupers who walk the grounds paved by monkey uncles
Babies and old people, women & men mutated into One, nobody gets out of here & now alive, no sire
Madame and the homegrown lumps of momentary pleasures fill the reputation with Agoura hills fire.

Punks ran the shows behind the curtains, pulled all the strings of the puppets & their mastermind day
All made in slavery's experience of machines that get food from the unsavory rocks that rolled away
From openings of sealed crypts to let the corpses walk without souls or spirits that cause good & evil
Burying all E-cars, E-batteries Last Detail, a Finale Epilogue workin’ on atomic, hot-potato peels still.

Didn’t look both ways when I sped down the alley on my two-wheel Schwinn, ran into a big Chevy
All my fault for dying that day, I lost my ma & pa, my future earning of money, paper route too heavy
Should have picked another route, not a short-cut to the ending, boy scout-altar boy candyman can
For what it’s worth, all American, sold out Elmwood Park, freakin’ Harlem & Grand, Montclair man.

Huts and mansions, farms and factories, it’s the Work, it’s the Play, an American Way of monkey-see
What babies do from infancy to adolescence to make the world go around, eat & shat all to be or not
Every revolution of the Earth around the sun, every elliptical orbit felt over seventy times nor not One
It’s all the same and different than it ever was before, identical to the rattlesnake bite, bitten godson!

by

r j j  stephan, i


c.  Janvier XXIInd, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST Dimanche
{ Polished this off  #RacinInTheStreet listenin’ to @Springsteen1978 link @ https://youtu.be/L8kUyBoHfTo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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