#ricoSacto

Saturday, December 09, 2023

#FamilyGuyXmasMashup


LEFT BEFORE THE DEVIL SLITHERED

Highlight the moments you lived before you die in heaven or in the back aisle of a seven-eleven stop
Pricking up your ears with your temper moving along the Time line half-cocked, a lovelorn ape crop
Carafe or flask of brandy, bongs of Panama Red or Acapulco Gold, dry bottom of Tequila glass worm
I’m good and drunk, bad and stoned up against the wall, under the covers of the mighty human form.

Gods can’t come down in here, they have no fortitude for the rocks that roll down the mountain tops
Loaded up with my sticks and stones you threw in my direction, keepin’ them for a rainy day of flops
Out of the lake & river water, only the tiny streams & sewer lines takin’ the best shot to a Rose Bowl
Of bones and skin that can’t be consumed by the fauna who eat it all, every molecule in every soul.

Best shot at the bullseye of obfuscation is right on the money, it’s a trite saying if it ain’t ever false too
Shown everything I had in my arsenal of defense without offense, One, naked ape to the world’s fools
Better place in Space than this one here & now on the Terra Ferma, coast to coast, pole to pole of dirt
Scattered cosmic dust collected to grow a four leaf clover to start over like an infinite repetition of art.

What you don’t know won’t hurt you, it’s a surprise attack like Pearl Harbor, just US, we got Kamikazed
Follow the reasoning, you’re an innocent accident or an intentional will to create another One from Two
Can’t be bought or sold on the black or blue market, no despair in the market of millionaires, sky’s cryin’
But in the end, it’s the Origin that counts from zero to infinity, runs around the universe to beat up Sin.

Revolution of the rocks around the holy, burning, atomic essence of Nothing more than All there is now
What is past, whatever that was that used to be is here and now no more, it’s as caput as the wind blow
In and out of the closed windows and sealed doors, the leak is all there in every drop, hopeless in faith
Incredible accounts from unrelated strangers, except in a sequence of DNA far removed from a wraith.

Song, poem recited in raised & lowered screams from voice box concertos in empty, odorless rest room
Stay in the groove from the origin to the final record skip, you’ll know when you get a taste of the doom
Buggies pushed by young mothers; will they go around in circles until the baby walks & talks as Einstein
Or gets as tall as Wilt or Jabbar, as small as Tom Thumb, bloodless coup d’etat God says, “It’s All Mine.”

Before your birth, after your death by suicide, homicide or natural causes of finite matter in dire atrophy
Nothing we can do about it, enjoy the ride, the days and nights, if lucky in peace, holy love & happiness
Fixed my broken halo, mended my injured wings, I can still fly high as the eagles that cry, but I gotta go
Now and then, I’ll recollect the millions of moments I tripped on baby feet, sticks & stones thrown, bro.

Wolves in the woods, lions, tigers and snakes in the jungle, some you see & some you don’t see
They come & go in and out of your & my lives as if their ghosts, just chimeras of what used to be
Nothing personal, absolutely a generality of the substance and the specific content of matter, ice
Water hard or soft, just hydrogen and oxygen that blew up in a divine dream’s high minded price.

Brews and dead meat concoctions burnt in effigy of the almighty, miscommunion with the creator
All gone at one and the same time, when you get to realize that all you’ve been taught was so, or
Maybe it wasn’t so, created as a history for the things made from mud, blood and old-style beer
Sat down, laid down, fell asleep, dreamt you were here, got woke up by the salt lick of the deer.

Fell down on my head from the Pine tree above me, where I laid my head since I couldn’t get away
From the tired, fading brain instead of alert awareness, got nothing but a fading to black yesterday
Treats were all tricks, none of them lasted for more than a New York minute, the minions are gone
All dead & gone, back to the past when it was the future, before Day 1, this fiasco of the God bone.

Come closer & I’ll whisper this fact in your ear, you’re lucky you’re here but you’re gonna be dead
Of what you eat or what you know will get you so sick that a doctor couldn’t fix the shattered head
Brain works & the mind depends on it, fishing for the answers of why the # the world’s turnin’ papa
In wobbling spins, revolving around the source of photosynthesis and genesis of your l’il ol’ mama.

Villains and heroes die too, just like the common, ordinary folk like us or ones we know, sip prison ice
Some of us are locked up and can’t get free, some of us are free and think that we’re in prison’s price
For disobedience to the law or at least an accusation of infraction, there’s what it is, incarcerated soul
Punishment is to stop the repetition by forcing the evil, bad humans to isolate in an inescapable hole.

It’s all gone down already, this is a mere afterthought, nothing will come of it since Nothing is all of it
Any way you look at the situation, angels ain’t comin’ from stars, it’s your own gamble, we ain’t the chit
Sun never comes out, it’s always right where it always is, all the stars move the unmoved mover’s sign
Spun the spin, grief is all because of misjudged music and words, mind as well get stoned, Life is mine.

Now then, snake out of the grass & up in the tree, hangin’ off a branch, offering a hit of the micro bud
All I did was hit it once, I was all gone before I knew what to do, death came knocking & I killed the SOB
Now death ain’t a threat any longer, it’s just me, myself & I as it was above, now it will remain, the ruse
Last call for alcohol, stuffed the bowl with bang, breathe in, breathe out, that’s all, that’s it, God’s Blues.

Lines from point to point makin’ angles and shapes of things to come in a God’s damned orgasmic eye
Makin’ it all up as we go, there ain’t no blowing of minds around here no more, it’s emptiness DNA fill
Acid in perpetual motion, from Big Bang to Singularity, a microcosm of universal mind in a red thimble
Coming down from a highness I thought would last forever, dream in a dream, it’s over & I’m still high.

I’ll govern the aftermath of the life I’m living right here and now, I got a will to power regurgitated ilk
Just the fix needed for the problem to correct it’s course from the bottom of the drain, more whiskey
One more glass, just leave the 1/5 bottle right there next to the coaster, here’s a C-note, water down
What are you being sad for? Heartbreaks & it heals with someone new, my eagle’s up & done flown.
by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, December 9th MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to @ChrisStapleton link @ https://youtu.be/d2x254mCOvs?si=CS55GlTU8lr39aKV }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, December 08, 2023

#FileThirteen #13 #YouWillGetOverIt #PowerPlanting @UniversityOfWashingtonFootball @SpaceNeedles @TheEagles #OnTheBorder #BunchOfAnimals #AsAboveSoBelow

THE IDEA IS TO OBFUSCATE

I laugh, Do Not Enter and Beware Of Dog signs don’t matter if you’re an idiot or a moronic rube
On the matter of Forms, shapes of things themselves & the origin of Space in a divine test-tube
Nothing comes just in time to save the day, appealing to the dream lovers and haters of Reality
Mothers of Things that remain conscious, even after death, it’s the stuff of religion’s mythology.

Blessed and holy, as if the rest of the genome is doomed and inferior to a superior, invisible uno
Comes and goes in a theoretical dialogue or sermon, appears as truth until the bubble bursts chit
Mango stuffed in a pineapple inside of the passion fruit flambe, Westcoast on the high road’s pit
Imaginary rings we danced about infinite circles of atomic, molecular business, lip smackin’ blow.

Everybody needs one now & then, whether you know it or not, you will still behold, gotta be #Woke
Meaning nothing more nor less than blind faith in leaders and illogical arguments for & against jokes
Remember your teachers didn’t test your recollection of the teachings, not in the curriculum seed
From a garden of children to cool halls of renowned, respected higher learning, Mastered & PhD’d.

No choice but at least it’s a free choice, either live or die, every day it’s a cause & effect of the present
To get to the future, the past can’t be overlooked, it’s a matter of Time and Space, historical precedent
What I am & where I am is not who I am, if you’re an idiot, you’ll speak with fools until you awaken too
Exactly in the place in Space where you’re conceived in your mother’s womb, that’s who you are, boo!

Your weakness is my strength and you got no strength at all because nobody else cares about you, fool
If the shoe fits then wear it no matter which size your feet happen to be, they’re different toes & soles
For the sake of everything you can’t get over & want to hold a grudge against the gods, begone forever
You’re far out of my mind if I can’t see, hear or feel you, I pass on the bitter tastes and olfactory horror.

So, hear this if you aren’t deaf and dumb, I understand you’re dumb but not deaf, you’re not immortal
Final ends will allow the Cause to End all causes that came before the Big Bang, there were None at all
So, airless & boneless, no planet in any solar system can support the Truth, you can’t handle the Truth
Looking into one microscopic or macroscopic view of this myopic vision, will help knock out my tooth.

Dead, corpse, buried, burned, formaldehyde or incineration makes no difference, not one twit at all
Conclusion induced from the deductions is natural, premises precede the disobedient who did fall
From the garden where it all began, empty of the cream of the crop, it’s extinction awaiting the pain
Setting your seven holes in your body into shutdown mode, corpus dillecti for the criminally insane.

It is all around the world, people say nothing they understand the same way, it’s so complicated
Dead & gone all recognize that this was all a test for the imbeciles who get conceived at random
Five will get you ten at the Five & Dime, you stole the candy, you will pay for the candy with fear
Of the men & women who are in charge of the place where they keep the bait at the back door.

I got drunk on the ground and on a jet plane, either way I was too high for the situation in heaven
Improvisational quips weren’t very handy since I didn’t have any, my only hope's to roll 7 or 11
Hangovers never stopped me before today and there ain’t no way to get me to tea total the mess
Powers that be will animate your immovable bones once you’re dead & gone, I’m One, I confess.

Think of it this way, there’s no advantage to believing that you have no power when it’s all around
Underground, above and below it not to mention the great beyond everyone believes it’s the gods
When it’s an astronomical exercise in futile resistance to the immutable power in DNA atom quarks
By and by is where we’ll meet again, already gone in history, it’s the end for genies and the dorks.

Decisions were made about which way is up and which way is down, trying to keep the love alive
When it deteriorates day by day, on the way to an inevitable trip out of the Cro-Magnon cave/hive
Highlighted and gaslighted for the last time, because tonight’s the night of the West Side corduroys
It’s finale is the rumble in the asphalt jungle, could have been New York, Chicago or Detroit boys.

Burnt the matter until the smoke rose above the clouds, to return in raindrops fallin’ on our head
As above it goes the same way below, repeating in perpetuity the acts of the play, a Grateful Dead
Pines and picks and grins, prince and pauper alike can identify with the acid trippin’ mind phuquin’
To say the least, you have to experience this shit to believe it, scrambles all you know into puddin’.

You don’t know like I know what the figment of my imagination is up to, a meme's mythological idea Pneumococci harmony chords I’ve rejected, order & chaos are all that there are, whole shebang flaw
No Zeus or supreme being above or below seven continents and seas, Man’s all alone to be in the raw
Punch line delivered for the sake of God’s damned joke off jazz and bangin’ a hooker in south Korea.

Lost your three or four wives to the ‘other’ character who always reared it’s ugly head and tail, it’s me
Ego, superego, Id or whichever moniker the shrink concocts for the diagnostic prognosis, Nothing’s free
Never forgetting the sacrifice of freedom to be anonymous, like a spy vs. a spy, it only takes those two
Each one’s a color to hide in white or black, it’s all to put a spook’s dick in the dirt, I’m paraphrasing too.

Professional guarantee the satisfaction until you’re satisfied, they ain’t payin’ for the job, it ain’t done
It will never be done, there’s always a flaw that’s out of sight, out of mind except to the eyes of a pro
If everything depends on the Ends & the Means then everything is germane to the loveless argument
Why you love this man or woman has no bearing on factoids of life, living, dying are too human, gent.

Being nothing more than the DNA that began my trip, there’s nothing less than the least important
Physical deterrence and mental abhorrence is my forte and my weakness, less than an atom’s DNA
I am the things themselves but I’m not even an I, no super ego or mighty Id, divine serum injection
Invisible yet almighty, everywhere but nowhere at all, a loophole in the fabric of the 3rd dimension.

Through the barrier nobody can destroy due to it’s invulnerability and immortality of a smoke form
Shaped in random, parallel lines that scramble into perpendicularity on the area of the sphericality
Free speech ain’t your option, shutting down the temporary injunction before it’s too late for me too
It’s a long way to the top if it’s all your damn fault or divinity’s malicious intent, songs remain blue.

Interested in your opinionated point of view, which assumptions have you miscalculated off campus
Matriculate your tuition and graduate with uber advanced degrees in all majors, hysterical masters
Doctors and ol' barristers to amend the Truth as needed, depending on the variable variants’ mutant
God screaming bloody murder in silence, this party ain’t a disco, it’s rollin’, freeway of all God’s sins.

Answer the question, who creates a creation & then forgets about the wild and innocent animals
Plants left over to consume and defecate until the monsters came to eat the babies’ misconceptions
Dripping the liquid away until all the mud, blood & beer dissolves into black holes of Singular sons
Middle of a centerfold, nothing but staples, maybe two or three to interject the venom, Holy One’s.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Vendredi, Dec 8th, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 211 AMPST

{ Drafted while jammin’ to The Eagles like this #Nothingburger #OnTheBorder link @ https://youtu.be/cbctW33iRYw?si=FSztANejOhmFBml1 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, December 06, 2023

#FILEfireUnderF

WE WEREN’T IN LOVE, JUST TRIPPIN’ IN DARK, THATCHER WOODS, BACK SEAT FUN
Hummin’ a song or two from ‘66 or ‘69, whatever blasted out my transistor radio on Oak Street beach
Seriously fooling everyone, all the time, nobody is exempt from the mistreatment of my two afoot feet
Of course, there’s reasons for being alive, yo’ mama done told me so, yo’ daddy ain’t home, bla, bla, bla
Innocent of being not guilty for the transgressions of mankind which came before me, I carry no Karma.

Stay with me now, on this middle fork in the road where bad men fear to go, as I step, you step in too
When there’s no place in Space left to explore for the Singularity of the Void, that is this black hole here
Inflection of these reflections emphasizes the vacation of anything divine above or below boy, white hair
Mind games with bogus rules, without boundaries & still standing on the shaky ground beneath dead air.

No friends, no enemies, no neighbors to do unto or covet their lives of strife or leisure, I became a monk
For one moment, I entered the empty cave with a procession of my imaginary projection of jive-ass funk
I will survive, we shall survive everything except the last breath, final heartbeat of the soul’s rocky blues
Hatched as reproduced, what’s here & now was nowhere in sight before an egg conjob of me and yous.

Who but you reads this & deduces the comedy and the tragedy are the sight for sore, blind, stink eyes
Pyramids and cuboids full of matter and energy both within and without the thing itself’s exposed lies
We have no elves & no dwarves or maiden virgin without kinfolk to protect her innocent Catholic guilt
We’ve all failed to communicate an argument about the facts of life, baby monkeys drink riverbed silt.

Dope, just one of the seven dwarves who have nothing but Time on their three-fingered slow hands
Party in the middle of the fray, as above, so it is below the rain in Spain and thunder way down under
Threats to the hive & the cave or the fort must be thwarted without all delays, never rollin’ in a hearse
Deserved by anything & all agents of the opposite of LIVE, that’s not LIFE, that’s EVIL word in reverse.

Success is not only not instant it may be impossible if the journey is never even begun, idling in neutral
Intelligence of the birds and coyotes collected for no reason at all but a senseless Big Bang’s dirty corral
Blame and responsibility merge, Nothing is nobody’s fault & Nothing is the First Cause of every, tiny byte
I kid you not, on the other hand, another side interacts with this side and wisdom becomes It, the Shyt!

Dialogue devolving into a lonesome monologue, unheard by the dead & the unconceived, conscious Id
Periods & sets, innings, quarters and halves, a timing of the game to pass Reality into it’s future, the Kid
Let me tell you or maybe you can tell me what the significance of blinking & breathing in & outrageous
Gas is what they seem to be, it’s in all of us, First Cause of our culture’s civilization, beyond the savages.

Blinded by the head light comin’ out of the darkness’ hole at birth, prebirth caused the afterbirth
For no reason other than the fake fact that there’s no other choice, you will be dead & forgotten
Laugh or cryin’ out loud matters to nobody before your birth, after your death, we’re long gone
Harder to know what any mind thinks when it’s not yours, not your thoughts or ideas, got none.

Quirk happens even with the quarks nobody can postulate without abstract thoughts of Nigh
Hillbillies made the thing move, needed them for the armies and navies to fight the good fight
Whether you liked it or not, this was never supposed to happen, you weren’t supposed to know
That you’re just a formal phony with an informal invitation to become One with the sacred cow.

You will or you won’t, those are the only two choices, you’ve got to make up your mind for real
One way out is unconsciousness’ death, other than that, one other choice is yours, do it with zeal
Common woman, immortality’s whiff of my body odor, the senseless suckers of unknown felicity
Successful humanity will become extinct as it’s DNA program will not allow perpetual immortality

Rapture allowing perpetual bliss to overwhelm the consciousness of babies & 100 centenarians
Walking, talking, adapting and ceasing to be here, now or anywhere else in the twilight zones
Physics and Calculus leftover by the UFO phenomenon nobody can comprehend, two humans
That’s all it took the first and the last time of committing the original sin hookin’ cell phones.

Boys and girls that sat there in the rooms with desks to listen to the pablum divulged by the Bigs
People all appear to be giants when you’re only six or seven years old and two feet tall ricket legs
Furs to protect naked skin in the hot & cold air of an earthbound Void, Terra Ferma flight of MIGS
In my sight, zeroed in on the merging force of my intent & the reality imploding gas in cows’ asses.

Hell has no highway even if you wish it had one, since you need to get there as soon as possible
No way to add to the subtraction, dividing while conquering perpetual multiplication’s rung bell
I smile even if it ain’t funny, it releases hormones of happiness inside the genome, farmer’s dell
Had you here with me for a minute then you were gone a second later, now I’m bustin’ a bubble.

Money and honey flowin’ into the emptiness of our house, four walls an a roof to hold the sound
Loud blaring bass and treble makin’ me neighborhood trouble I need to deflect in a head pound
Eating the cake just because it was right here and now in front of me, I’ve called it a day, that said
Cause of black, colorless shapes, unformed mud with no purpose for existing anywhere, the dead.

Knees smashed to prevent you from standing up for a retaliation, devil is lived in the locomotion
Offbeat and rhythm filling the space between gusts of periodic bits of psycho-social ammunition
Bones grew out of nothing significant yet filled the gas bag up without leaking the vital oozing
Head to heart to foot & around for the duration of the challenge, to be or not to be, we’ll sing!

I’m gonna wax fly, over your head or underneath the substratum beneath your wings of plastic
In any case, any way it goes, I’ll have done it my way, nobody’s fault but mine if my spirit’s sick
I won’t fail no matter what way the ending rolls, what will be will be without my willing intent
On the other hand, don’t look twice, it’ll be alright, even if magic switches & we all get bent.

by

r j j  stephan,  i

c.  Mercredi, Freezember VIth   MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

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