#ricoSacto

Tuesday, July 10, 2018

#HoneyBeeBuzz #Creepin'

 PURPLE LOTUS, #ENDS #BRINGIT

One, two, three four, A, B, I see it’s all in the stars above, buried in the dust and rubble below
Breathin’ the natural gas comin’ in and out for free, no tax on that yet, followin’ ebb n’ flow
In and out of the trouble inside this atmospheric bubble, so silly, nothing matters in the bowl
To you and yours, me and mine, us and them to nothing but the dead air, no life, gone soul.

Birds in the air and fish in the sea, snakes, worms, amphibians and terrestrials, the Time’s up
No more for me, feelin’ Ends of the whole thing approaching my face in this tiny, empty cup
From my head down to my ten toes, all 650 muscles tensing up tight, ready for hot-rod cars
Guilt and innocence out the window, blown away with the supernova, no wounds, just scars.

Who’s that slumerican chick walkin’ down the block, like she got a black belt in gang bangin’
Jerks willing to play, walk up and moments later, bleedin’ and wishin’ they would, they didn’
Nobody cares, crossed my mind in dreams, never came true before ending in smoked corpses
Filled the backrooms of the mortuaries and the morgues, crackers and punks, holes, sissies.

I wish a MFer would come git it, haters come down, ain’t hard to find me, nothin’ but chain
Cursed and blessed in One and the Same bag of bones, from heaven to go to hell, good pain
Perfect inside and perfect outside, no light in that Darkness, go there in the Rock and pretend
Hiding in a corner, disguise your presence, it’s over, you’re dead, you’re alive, hell, finis, End.

I’d take a bullet for her but she never has to know it, she forgot who I was, a hired hand Pop
No trouble and I really don’t G.A.F. much anymore, I wake up early and sleep way too late
But I still wake up every morning and walk the planet looking for trouble or comfort, both
Come to me in dreams and when I’m wide awake, ends in a purple lotus’ fire-smoke broth.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 10, 2018 @ 11:11 AM PST
{ written while listenin’ to #Jesus · Alexander King featuring Sonny Bama, Jellyroll & Gregg Fells · Sonny Bama · Jellyroll alter-RAP waffles with syrup link @https://youtu.be/m8AxTPEuNPU }

 W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, July 09, 2018

Family Guy - Meg Abuses Stewie

@https://twitter.com/i/status/1014871303461847040

W.W.A.R.D.?

#DeepState PENETRATION



 PENETRATE THE BLANK MIND
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At a secure place deep within the matrix, below the Mariana Trench close to the #Core
Space without mass and outside of Time becomes the who, the what and the where door
A mild shock that goes from your knee caps to the top of your spine, spinning to Albany
Euphoria and horror alternate the conscious experience of One who has become Many.

A shock to the nervous system and a subsequent adjustment of behaviors to accomodate
The Right merges with The Left and 4/5 of the H2O becomes Nothing but Rockers’ Fate
In a conglomeration of unknown atomic fodder, you and I will be going into debt from bets
Hover over a target on the surface, a predato4dives into the infrared, soars into warp jets.

Mid-ocean of the #SevenSeas at the deepest part of solid-liquid-gas, where nothing lives
Vacuum of Nothing on the periodic table of elements, immaterial content, substance hives
Amazing glow of a burning mystery in the middle of nowhere within millions of parsecs
Conception from spontaneous combustion of selfless atoms, molecules we get from Sex.

Deadly living, needing and wanting to eat and drink it all up and recycle the goons’ remains
All around the world here and now for thousands of years, these morons have been Stains
Came from machines, from meteorites in accidental collision with Cosmic Soup, 3rd stone
In or out of nutshells, sailors and soldiers alternate ‘tween predator and prey on a cellphone.

Back on the retina, random stimuli cause the intention which precedes the motion, a destiny
Everything depends on the Eight Ball but it’s all about the cue ball, at rest on the bed of 8 x 3
If the First Cause doesn’t ‘Give’ first then nothing else does, no Motion just bad to The Bone
Holy Grail, a Holy Mass of divine incorporation into a trap contrived by a genius, all alone.

by
r j j stephan, I {...the header is a B&W photo of me, myself & I, when I was around 4 in ‘55 }
c. July 9, 2018 Monday @ 6:39 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to #FortyFour #Evil #SmokestackLightening & HITS by #TheHowlinWolf from the CD #MoaninInTheMoonlight on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/z_dVOkzzHHs }




W.W.A.R.D.?