#ricoSacto

Saturday, August 24, 2024

SHOOPIE DOO TO YOU! #JudasWasAPriest @JudasPriest #ShoopADoop #ZZTop #OneFootInTheBlues #AlleyGator #ZZTop #PleadTheFifth

you make a grown man cry...   start me up, go ahead, get off of my cloud
High misdirected misdemeanor
Not as complicated as it appears to be once you know how to start & ride two wheels
It’s a business, none of yours though, my time & my space right now, right here it feels
Like it’ll go on forever, yet it doesn’t, history repeats ad infinitum, nobody remembers it
Therefore, it’s like this & it’s like that, fill in the blanks, life grows out of fecal matter chit.

Doom to look backward to, where I come from in the womb of woman, where you from?
Choice to freely choose the Truth or become a blind believer in a Great Liar’s Styrofoam
Serious nekid, brain-washed atoms of Judas Priest, traitor to the savior of the universals
Walk into Ohio streets & get mauled by a machine, rolling metal on rubber wheels, pals!

A Mass of Maria, a sound of all of the air leaving & causing a vacuum in the empty Void
Always was and always will be that way, a UFO on the run until fission & fusion amend it
Nobel & Perfect Pulitzer to corrupt It, aptly fierce, yet innocent of Mathematician Physics
Higgs-Boson held in God’s hand, no coincidence it’s a conspiracy that’s conspicuous.

Dream in a foggy bottom bog, wake up all woke & broke without a penny to pitch online
Speaking & hand signaling to communicate the plan to live & die, dug up in a gold mine
Deep or shallow depends on Earth’s substances to create something from nothingness
Culture is organized building of skyscrapers and singing, playing & dying under duress.

Achieved high points and reduced to decomposition, body & soul, let’s be honest people
Cigarette buts and cigar smoke in a white room without curtains & one door with no exit
Plato nor Mona Lisa had no chance to exit, neither Aristotle, Socrates or the ‘X’ Christ
Emerge submerged into the forever Unknown, as if you get the gist of 1’s being pizzed.

Get a grip on yourselves, ain’t no free choice in survival, either you’re alive or a corpse
Shot the messenger for this substratum of data, expunged for the sake of the big force
You’ll get the message like all of the dead got the moment they died, boom, you’re dead
Just like that, taken for granted and then the inevitable tic rears it’s beautiful, ugly head.

Bitten off exactly as much as I could chew, I swallowed the matter, byte by bit scat saga
Told by heart, from the word that traveled mouth to mouth and print on paper, up MAGA
Keep your hands in your pockets during the race’s trifecta, it’s going to get dicey in here
Like it or not, you’re in the mix, ready to roll with every tool you have in the shed’s lair.

Lying will help you be excoriated, quid pro quo can’t hide idiotic morons anywhere et al
Bent out of shape, got bent on the East Coast and sunburnt on the West Coast, my pal
Maybe you’re awake or #Woke but you’re for certain able to deduce absolute Truth pie
Pieces for every atom of fruit & crust of executive privilege, low five on high separation.

Signify this trip you’re on, it may be a hallucination or a flash back from the 60’s or 70’s
Miracle that the cause and effect of the Big Bang is life as we know it on Earth & heaven
Cosmic or microscopically macroscopic in the vision of spiders, snakes & rats we freeze
For dissection and dissemination to the minions to show them, death is Space squeeze.

Mirrors without a reflection show nothing very clearly, crystal clear that Nothing is clear
I have a clue to solve the conundrum, be deaf, be dumb, be blind, just drink a cold beer
Certainty is knowing the Uncertainty Principle is fabricated from grunts of cave’s men
Read the writing on the wall if you can find it, it holds up the ceiling, keeps it all in Zen.

Theoretically irresponsible, I compromise all of the Truth of everything ever said & done
History is limited to accuracy yet is inaccurate as the imperfect humans havin’ their fun
Securocrat in the middle of the road, can’t move to the right or the left, at One with Zip
Out of Earth’s stratosphere, Origin comes to the fore and you know It’s an infinite skip.

Tears dried sinuses full of phlegm & soybean juice from WTF silos at Grand & Laramie
Inside of Chicago’s run under the viaduct to the top of the heap, whipped cream Stewie
Hypersonic speed inside all holes everywhere in every atmosphere on every planet set
Going from million miles per hour to parsecs per minute, bending dimensional time out.

All that’s left is the spark of intelligence ready to blow the rest of the whole shebang up
Atoms in a dire struggle to emit their inner power, it’s a Big Bang will be all shoopy-doop
105,000 feet higher than the mud, blood & beer down on the dead sea star-dirt in a rally
Virus, bacteria, plants, animals, life and death cycle of this End we dubbed, The Finale.

Form, structure of the matter is in code, divine beyond peace and war, it’s a Big Bang
You were there in spirit, you had no idea and you will never recollect the act, OM sang
In the Void’s air, aisles were lit by ushers with flashlights, unencumbered by the dark Id
Pink or burnt red before the last blink any life gets with an eye for death, I eat it all fried.

Nevermore a raven wondering if it was all just a matter of time until the rotting corpse pi
3.14 of this & that parallel line may be perpendicular in almighty junctures of empty sky
Bears & bulls rule the political and economic breeze, silo-hibernate tyranny’s supremacy
One to the Many, same scam as scams from a square Garden, Adam & Eve pure idiocy.

Die sooner or later, you’ve no choice in Hades, only Cielo knows the time-line cruncher
From conception to cellular failure of the genome, that’s life as you all know it to be her
Female she is, all lives of mine & yours, there’s no need for the Male, invisible Void feed
Fix is in, enemies absorbed into the agar gum of the petri dish of love, a God y’all need.

Follow the bouncing ball, cognitive disorder for all, babies’ formulas & Gerber food stuff
From bottom feeder repulsive scum disguised as words telling the Truth on political fluff
Amazing fear & loathing fill up the Void and extinction is immanent for logic and reason
Punch in the face, awake now? Your attention's arrested, eh? You’re screwed, my son.
 
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Samedhi, August XXIVth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Scrubbed for this operation this AM, drafting the graft while jammin’ to
@CharlieParker HITS link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KXP84ijiLbg }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, August 23, 2024

#FeelinSexualHealin #ExceptPriestsAndNuns #CappedWhileCapsized @kIDrOCK


I AM NO ANGEL nor DEMON, just CAPSIZED ON EARTH
XxxxxxxxxxxxxxCOPYRIGHTED UND CAPSIZEDxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX
Whatever you feel inside of your head’s mind may not be reality to all minion-slobs
Think about your future moments after you divulge the Truth in the middle of mad mobs
Be your own conscience, trip along on your suicide mission to live past rigor mortis’ fate
Songs sung but hard of hearing & ultimately deaf & dumb, no idea how to communicate.

Placed dead last in Infinity’s dark place, atomic negation of omnipotence by germ DNA
Now or Never’s the Time in Space, can’t miss the one & only chance to be able to be It
Perfect timing is required 24/7, Earth doesn’t cease to wobble around the ecliptic, growl
As the stomach generates acid to transform matter, you grab the sandwich of high RNA.

Alive moment, dead in an unknown progress of animated development & degeneration
Of all men, all living things, plant and animal, there’s this star dirt to manufacture the sin
Original, mortal and venial violations of commands and theorems of the calculus’ matrix
Deduce, induce, conclude with confidence or a fair deception to trick Mankind’s l’il dicks.

Now then, this is no time to cast aspersions to the appropriate bulls’ eyes, yet we must
Do what needs to be done whether we like it or not, there’s no free will involved in dust
All we are, all we’ve been & all we’ll ever be is what even blind and deaf men can see
Bless the irreverent for the opportunity to double check certainty, we’ll cover the fee.

Just the two of us know the difference between the Truth and the fabrication of reality
Keeping the secret information on file for recollection of your dreams of the nitty gritty
Who & what, why & when are good questions with answers you need to know right now
Without answers you’ve no leverage on bad guys who mean harm to you & y’all gents.

You have crimes & misdemeanors to hide behind as the wayward winds’ blow me down
Beating your con is a matter of time, confidence in the lies as blinded faith is overblown
Cram the data into One hard drive, stuff the mother board with squeaks of men in debt
All gods everywhere in the universe, in every galaxy, every solar system, every planet.

Roll the die, you’re on a cliff and you’re all alone, there’s no help to assist a sorry arse
It doesn’t matter if you beg, borrow or steal everything everywhere on Earth, not a bit
You will die, sooner or later, working hard for a pension or larceny reward in the Penn
Where bad boys & girls go to succeed at absurdity, that God is indeed, all too human.

Equation between known measurements of Time & Space is quadratic or nothing at all
Arithmetic, Algebra, Geometry, Trigonometry & the advanced Calculus let’s the gods fall
Down here to the top of the dirty planet’s rocks that provide a place for cosmic dust rest
Always ready at any moment to either atrophy or gravitationally collapse in on my chest.

Fairness has no reality in the nature of any beast, only the strong not weak will survive
Be a survivor or be annihilated but either way, our lives are transitory, you’ll take a dive
Sprung a diving board high dive, jumping over 20 feet above the surface, down 16 feet
Could this be all there is? No heaven, purgatory or hell, it’s been a ruse of pope sheet.

Many have already come and gone before this day, more will come & go as mortals do
No free will on that account, the hope that your idea of who you are is immortal is true
But a hope isn’t proof of existence, here & now on any planet in any galaxy’s gold dust
Controlling your mind is as easy as starving-feeding your head, it’s a white rabbit fuss.

Black curtains around us all down under or up yonder, laugh or cry matters, gonna die
Y’all don’t like it but you’re lucky you got this 1 chance at the transitory consciousness
Smelling the roses, trippin’ on sunshine, drinkin’ water, eating plants & animals to shyt
No other reason for the recapitulation than I can only win, there’s no loser in my byte.

Angelic arpeggios attracted demonic morons & idiots, ‘I’ survived abortion ladder rungs
They’ve come and gone in a whisk of polluted air, it goes in & out of your silly ass lungs
Where can you prove on paper that you say nothing but the truth? You can’t, it’s all BS
You’re a lame duck and you can pass no law, you’re a dictator, you’re a fool in distress.

Pin cushion to stick points you’ve made into one spongy, ball of super soft sponge stuff
Dreams came true yesterday, it’s how I got here & now today, I’ll be gone in a pot puff
Popping and annihilating every atom from the beginning to the final Singularity of pi
3.14 is a number, so is zero, one & two but the difference is you know is the third eye.

Fathers of the mothers and sisters are totally responsible for the creation of Earth’s ilk
Accidental monkeys now write down the Truth in encyclopedias in the biblioteque milk
Once you know like I know, attempt to share & you’ll be destroyed by an ignorant droid
High life can’t be down above & below what’s far beyond the way out there in The Void.

All good or a little bit evil or much beyond good and evil, in any case, it’s mortality
Fine or not, accidental or planned parenthood, you’re here & you’re gonna die too
High or low, in or out, about or around, hair grows, inherit your DNA, extinct to be
Or not to ever be again, scared reincarnated atom, free ride to the gods’ dam, Boo!

Screaming inside of our skull like a buzzing sound, same frequency all 24/7 daily too
Moody in ultraviolet blue or infrared scarlet, a spectrum display, infinite god in a zoo
Highlight to remind you what you heard, what you have faith in that suspected truth
Secret is out, high is lower than you think, it’ll end in a whisper of an ol’ spooky tooth.
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Jeudi, August XXIInd MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Cracked this out of the crust of the Earth while jammin’ to @KidRock link @ https://youtu.be/LMKfIXdxh-U?si=s_yGnGzd2ctNkEQD } 
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

#FrereJacques ... are you sleepin'? #HeartBand #WARband #MadonnaMatter #BevisButtheadMenKinda @ArmstrongAndGettyRadicalRadioShow

C O O L
YOU HAD TO BE THERE
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Black is the key to the solar system's space between material things in a material world trick
You allude to the Ends justifying the Means, a spell of the witchcraft espoused by Man's prick
A sharp pin prick it was, a pig in a poke, a bird in a bush, code word's up a consonent's vowel
Park parallel or diagnal but don't double park anywhere, anytime, your chariot will be towed.

Common idiots born to any man and woman on Earth, y'all roll the dice and you'll see the light
Power to the people, we think that's the way innate power is, so GTF out of the way with might
Honor and perfect timing result in success every moment you suck a breath in, so die in peace
Day after you ain't in an alien's Petri Dish, memory fades from an imaginary drawer, squeeze.

Pinched my own behind to check my six, I thought I was awake but I was in a dream, I awoke
Walking around in the fog of war, trying to figure a way out of the connundrum, shucks bloke
You will not know what I mean when you don't jump off of a balcony down to your end, man
Do you know the answer to the question of "Should I jump or not?"  Answer honestly human!

Last gasp of wind, the sun shines even when it's nighttime dark outside your side of the Sand
Spins around clockwise if you looke down from the northern hemisphere, you're killin' me so
Minds lost in the mix, it's the shooting stars and the wobbling angle of the dangle, trust me bro
Or don't if you want to go through the breach yourself, experience fear & loathing firsthand.

Heads to feet, 208 bones calculating time left before the deep six down to Davy Jones' locker
Remotely possible that rotting skin, organic matter & bones get incinerated in hell's hot cache
As a holy bible said, we go to Hell, OMG I never thought about that, cyberspace launched ash
Pulverized, stuffed into a holy urn for the spread back to where you never were, ever forever.

Paid invoices, even steven from now 'til doomsday, hidden nowhere anymore, out of sight 'I'
Seen, heard, tasted, smelled, felt deep down inside out to the tips of toes and upturned nose
Shut your lips when you speak the words coming out of your mind's eye, to be One, I chose
At the finale, the curtain drops on the stage, characters fade to black, you all are gonna die.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, VIII-XXIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMCST
{ Whatever it takes, you will give it, as I did drafting this while jammin' to @WARtheBand link @ https://youtu.be/pukC3E0XxcE?si=FDRE0_Kx6SK57B4o }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, August 19, 2024

#IngrownHairyFur #SkipAFreakinRopee @JoeBonamassa @CarnegieHall #ShockTheMonkey @KennyLoggins @TraceAdkins @LukeBryant @AnimalFarmMovieAndAudioBook

SOMETHING YOU WILL FORGET THE DAY YOU DIE

For the middle of the pack, it’s leftover carrion you’ll whiff with napalm before dawn
It is still above & below the mud, blood & beer, so you’ll be able to access the spawn
Mothers, brothers & fathers will all die in a century even if they’re draining’ 8 balls
In all cases, nothing but scratched headstones, tombstones & pyramid corpse walls.

Harmony cannot be the substitute for chaos, the natural state of the universe’s being
You are not in charge of a delicate hallucination nobody can see but you & naked apes
If there is no king, then there’s no queen & nothing else but pure dumb luck happening
Before you jump the shark or jump to invalid conclusions, assume you exist on tapes.

Knights on either side of the royalty of bishops, queens & kings, tucked between rooks
Interference of the pawns in front of & in attack mode behind the power, king in check
You’ll be unhappy to get your brain and mind checked for ability to rationalize spooks
Compromised the living and the dead with a disputable philosophy of a train wreck.

On your holy honor, get on your mark, get set & GO, don’t stop until you get enough bad
 News from some anonymous source, may or may not be a rumor or propaganda fodder
Sons and daughters will fall for the dupe and think they’re being good lassies and lads
You love the sea, be a sailor, you don’t love the sea, don’t be a sailor, be even better.

Call the shots like a general or admiral of the followers of orders, obedient to 3.14 pi
Court martial would be the remedy for the disobedient traitors and the idiots who dote
With all their blessed little hearts, all in the blind faith belief that some men never lie
Truth is a lie and lies are true, it’s the meaning of the Animal Farm’s dirty Earth boat.

House of nobody’s representatives with the electoral college educated 1st round picks
With your blind faith and the blind luck accompanying you & your kin, you got my six?
Survival of the most fit is the rule, you’ve no free choice in the matter, Live or Die trying
Young infants, toddlers, children up to elder adults, all at the mercy of a wedding ring.

I’m alright so nobody I know or am related to needs to worry about me, ‘cept holy chit
What I’m saying, what I mean in a nutshell is, we’re all gonna die, buried bones in a pit
Punks get justice just like the holy ones, the priests, nuns, ministers of the Word, OMG
Philosophy, all you get from parents & orphanages, middle way, narrow tightrope wire

Frozen tundra and melted iron combined to end the expansion of the Big Bang bongo
Civilized personality mr. radioman, mr. television star, you’re nothing from the Congo
Of smoke from an infinite Oneness, an invisible spirit that y’all claim to feel with chills
Fine as the epitome of perfection, dream is real, reality is the One’s surreal H2O spills.

Expect anything unexpected to survive the assaults of predators that masticate bones
Our 208 tinker toy-like bones crunch for the contents, that marrow is all golden stones
Even if you don’t know, future is already the past, present comes & goes in purple haze
Like the blink of an eye, that is quick silver fast, high or low, I know it’s gone sideways.

Fill your empty head from nativity to decrepitivity with the cliché responses to idiocy
You figure it out, logic & reason rule the roost, do not govern the rebels who 3rd eye see
That motion will haunt future locomotion, extinction of species is a theory not a policy
High in mind’s thoughts about good, bad & ugly things, breathe in & out, trinity three!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, August 19th 2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Shocked by the monkey on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8z74lr3txUk? si=w11U6rI5Q_8J0Vks & @Joe_Bonamassa #WokeUpDreaming @https://youtu.be/HM1M6p1fiUM?si=t3AXf-b442LP8Y9U }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, August 18, 2024

#InThePinchOfGravity yet #CarlosSantana #SomewhereInHeaven #IJustCantLetGo #DavidPack @JoeBonamassa @Ambrosia #TheBiggestPartOfMe #RiseDown #CiscoKid #WARtheBAND

HAYMAKER THROWN, TOOK A PUNCH FOR THE GIPPER

There’s no way for me to say what needs to be said or to do what needs to be done
Knowledge comprehended is blinded faith in wisdom that few received before, my son
Meaning higher than a kite to avoid focusing on an unacceptable fate of the species spa
To die after you live means that living is a lucky stroke of the accident you call Ma & Pa.

Lookin’ in the mirror you can find in any restaurant’s restroom, necessitating hand sanity
Nothing to clear your mind in the lavatory other than the head, nice in the pinch of gravity
Babies, toddlers, pre-K, K-12, Freshman, Sophomore, Junior & Senior, twice in eight years
Collected the collective unconscious within a mere 208 bones, drank cases of the beers.

Whiskey and wine didn’t escape my arrested attention, that guided me through the godson
My godfather, my godmother, havin’ a party with my father and mother in the by-and-by fun
Talkin’ life without the excess baggage of a holy body in arrears, failing to flail in a dark heart
Past, present or future the construction of Time conceptual analysis of every cavalry’s fort.

Three wishes and none of them can be wishing for more nor less, you got a genie in a bottle
Rub with the friction of love, smoke signals will be lit, excitement of Being begins to throttle
Big country and tiny city all move the bowels of reincarnation and reconstruction pasture
Remember nothing to start anew and repeat history until it ends well with your departure.

Reality checking from the second you wake up in the morning, dream fades, 20/20 vision
Here and now you’ll know at the finale’s last act, it’s maybe the 3rd one, it’s One of the One
Asking why is a distraction; you must adapt, or you won’t survive the testing & inoculation
I have grief to share with the penny pinchers & billionaires, you can’t save a thin dime, son.

Blood, sweat and tears come out of your sinews & bones that used to be a zygote in mama
Love or lust makes no difference to life, to be born is the game to play, rules are rules papa
Somewhere in heaven, above and beyond what you can see is what you get deceased joy
Never to worry about anything in Eternity, the transitory I wasn’t very good at, a good boy!

Telling the Truth is easy if somebody told you what it is, you can’t make this scat up, man
Listen carefully as if you weren’t already, you’re blind, deaf & you’re dumb, trifecta scree
Bred to be thoroughly perfect in every survival skill, effective until the burden of a woman
Garden of Eden alone, suddenly playin’ house with a lover-mate, a dream breathes in me.

You have the hang of it, apes in a tree, in a cave, under the ground-pound, everybody’s now
Time matches insights unseen as well as the history, all infinite Space both above & below
Hear and then feel the backbeat that moves atoms in synchronic orchestration, sing a song
Wish all wishes came true & boom they do, so you comprehend this, take a hit on the bong.

Harlem and Irving all the way east to The Lake, biggest part of me, the beach & the sand silt
Apparently, I believed I was divinely anointed to trust all mankind, good & bad players skills
All in my one body and soul of 208 bones and a divine spark of a father, son & a holy, l’il boy
You can’t make this scat up, ask the pope & minions of cardinals, bishops, all priests of joy.

Now, later will be to late, present the wisdom fast & furiously, as if you’re runnin’ out of days
Subjects your father breached with the divine, all too human prayers to a mighty unknown
Bits and pieces of fragments, broken headstones from the cemetery of ancestral skull bone
Love rains, love dries up with the last of the snow flow from a solitary mountaintop phase.

At the crossroads now, can’t go back where you came from, nobody can, two ways to go be
Off of the cliff jumping in the vast unknown to meet Fate, face to face, concept annihilation
As it was it will be again, amorphous Void with the attention of star fission and fusion Sin
As if it’s humanity’s fault that a star shines, creates Life and is invisible in omnipotent skin.

You’re like a story that’s got legs, we’re extrapolating into the twilight zone, breeding magic
Without a Cause, without an Effect, wishes work well in stealth, unconsciously right, sick
Successful existence, right here and now, the Way was narrow, right down the middle path
Feel, remember you’re blessed with omnipotence, fear Death’s Pain, you Fool, I am wraith.

Busy bee-buzzing in the hive for what reason? Talk about the overcrowding overpopulation
Not enough honey for every bee in the hive, some need extermination termination & slo gin
Elevation at the highest place on big dirt is the coldest place in the stratosphere near Space
Now you know, everyone else won’t know, you’re alone with not even one punch in the face.

Apes in cages, in zoos, in buildings of cities, towns in every county and barrio, named vulgar
Just an accepted sound of the tongues noise, evil inside of the beholder not the generator
Food for thought flying through eternity with or without me, still consciously aware of it all
Good to freefall, comfortable being alone, a future, no company bred girlfriends, downfall.

So, when you’re ready to know, here’s the Truth, ashes to ASHES and dust to DUST obliges
Nothing more nor less than the Truth, the Bible, the Koran, the Bhagavad-Gita, Book of Lies
Wisdom is knowing you’ll die like your friends do, like the food you eat does before baking
Now and then, you get lucky, feel good the moment you expire, my wish for queen & king.

by the bye
r j j stephan, I (BY JOVE)
c. Dimanche, August XVIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ You have three wishes, wish well, it’s out of our control, drafted this gem while listenin’ to @Ambrosia #YoureTheBiggestPartOfMe on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/XkpbQet-r3Y }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?