#ricoSacto

Wednesday, September 05, 2018

#HILLBILLIES #MORONS #IDIOTS #FakeNews & ME

HILLBILLY MORONS, IDIOTS & ME *#FakeNews

Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, September 5, 2018
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Points not for Rene Descartes nor Guatanama to say or think about, a dead net stream flow
Your time in this space on Earth is finished, caput, lights out and that’s the conJob in a blow
Thinking at first seems to be immaterial and logic reasons to select matter and form as Real
You see with freeman eyeswith a slave mind, that you’re in a hostile world of bloodline zeal.

Forced adaption to providing the labor for the exchange of credits and debits, that’s all of it
A coitus interruptus for the masses who feel the need to bleed into fruit. legume, seed and pit
Merit nothing as you imagine that nothing is the First Cause of the universe, infinity’s Alpha
Is it what it is when the #Ends clearly appear to be that there’s no starlight or neon 3D Delta.

Living off of the grid, surviving underground, deep in the backwoods of my yard’s forest sage
A cushion of pine needles, dead and brown but conducive to barefooting, shoeless hippy rage
With a physical and mental problem, I walk alone in the valley of the shadow of life’s vitriol
Acrimonious rancor everybody loves but a joke frees your soul, when seen as God’s holy grail.

Peaceful inside and outside the consciousness seat of where I am, where we are, nobody cares
I am not thinking just before my conception in the womb, I cannot recollect the space’s time
About the time that hunger occurs, food and provisions are in order, we’re loaded for bears
Selfish as a pain in the rear, here’s a 3 muskateer-like chant, “All for One and One for all.”

If you’re One of the three morons or idiots who believe the motto to be the Truth, go spawn
Since the age of Reason we believed half of what we’ve seen and none of what we’ve heard
Scepticism sewed into the fabric of an existential metaphysics, blind faith in the Eagle bird
In a river’s water bed, swirling eddys full of the liquid gas, I fish for the catch, a bite, fish on!

Doom and gloom is what got you here, stones rolled and beatles rocked the world into a rave
Now in retrospect the half century from the 1960’s to the 2018 #FakeNews drivle of the cave
Older folks got theirs, some of them didn’t, younger folks are flaggin’ theirs, just like to #Rap
Not rock yet a cannard of gods’ on a bed full of non-compliance, naked apes’ #FakeNewstrap.

by
r j j stephan, I { *header is @ReneDescartes on the left & @Guatanama on the right }
c. Mercredi 12:00pm Noon Dismissal 9-5-2018, September Wind blowing me down!
{ written while listenin’ to @ChakaKhan #RUFUS #SweetThang on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ksRrVlqRjKE }
 
W.W..A.R.D.?

Tuesday, September 04, 2018

#KillerEightyEights

W.W.A.R.D.?

WELL...YOU KNOW........ #ShootMeStraight  

#MakeItBurn #ShootMeStraight #SeventhSons #FourthDaughters @MamaToldMeWhenEyeWasYoung @MakeItBurn

UNDER AN IRIDESCENT MOON

Richard Joseph Stephan
c. · Tuesday, September 4, 2018
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In a change of mind and heart, the blow of death fades from taking over, like Godzilla
It’s not that you don’t want to be immortal and healthy forever until a Rico supernova
Reality is, we all come and we all gotta go sooner or later, but for sure it rings a bell
Nothing will survive either a century more or less, not even a vampire, not an angel.

I ain’t gonna let it get me down, just ‘cause I got a table for two and only One will die
Lonely rooms everywhere in every house from Tupelo to Tallahassee, tons of smokin’
Guns and rifles and plants rolled into cigars, bullets, gunpowder, girls and whiskeyin’
What I’ve done, I can’t remember it all but it was always light of the neon moon and I.

For the first and last time, the absolute Truth about the reality of origins, a third eye’s door
Heaven and Hell are the illusions of the frustrated monks and all brothers who come and go
In their haste to conclude the wonder, conclusions have been bleached, on the ground floor
With accidental fortune and a primal brain-full of mind, philosophy emerges for a deep blow.

Found nothing that I’ve ever lost because the found is valued as a deserved recompense
For the things that you’ve lost and never have found, nobody cares or remembers nonsense
Into the mystic, the clouds part and the absolute clearness of the sky let’s the spirit rise to fly
Out of the atmosphere, this world, jacked jaws wide, now so what, too dang high to tell a Lie?

Hillbillies and city slickers tryin’ to teach me how to be in Chicago or Maui, a little coonsmile
For the sake of Good, Bad and the Ugly the show must go on, immerse my love in dark holes
I saddled up when I was just a boy, rode off into a sunset, never went back to holy lake bowls
Born, raised urban cowboy, speedin’ in the city, past beer country moons, my irridescent pile.

by
r j j stephan, i { Blown dust off of the bible mixed with a Harvey Wallbanger yields 2P2O5 ! }
c. September 4, 2018 Tuesday @ 5:55 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to @DavidLeeMurphy #DustOnTheBottle & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uNkF_ZpQ4eg }

#MakeItBurn  #ShootMeStraight   #ComeOn #WWARD.?