#YouBabyMakeMyDreamsComeTrue #HardToHandleAsYouAre #LikeAFlameInTheNight @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

MAKIN’ DREAMS TRUE, TICK TOCK*

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Look deep inside your own mind, your head in your own good time, it’s the least you can do

Asking people or reading what they’ve written in humanity’s languages of babbling stupido

I am not qualified to speak with authority concerning the nature of the human beast, daddy

Where did you go without telling me the reason for being alive, I gotta golf, I need a caddy.

In a totally blindsided version of an accidental collision between boys without stop signs

I died, you died, the cemetery buried the dirt and bones of the rest of eternity’s triple plays

Social and political beings without borders rule the world’s Third Kind forms, It ricochets

At rest when in the original state of Nothingness without a shape, it is the First Causings.

Bring your mind here and now to analyze the following conclusion, stay outta #SingSing

It’s a likely and probably example of what I or we think is true but not beyond any doubting

There is a chance that the perception used to evaluate the analysis may be a near-sighted blog

Words of mice and timid women teach the boys allowed to see daylight, oh blinded eyes agog.

A moment after your own death, it will be identical to the moment after my own demise, copy

Of the DNA and RNA to survive the accidental implant of life, spontaneously byte on a floppy

Recollection of a memory you and I’ve forgotten in the desert and at the top of the highest hill

Down to the center of the core out to the empty vacuum where angels fear to go, so take a pill.

It will make the worry and fear go away for some time but it always returns to overtime, score

Rocks are soft compared to hard things between nothing, being nothing things I can’t follow

From one coast to the other, one continent to the other six from north to south poles’ equator

Seeds’ in #StarDirt, mortal life lives within a myriad of forms, a categorical imperative, wow!

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r j j stephan, i { *TIME FOR DAYDREAMS! APRIL FOOLS DAY, LIKE IT’S YOUR LAST! }

c. April Fool’s Day, 1st of April, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST

{ drafted while listenin’ to Daryl's House Club with Daryl Hall Kenny Loggins & the body of hammerin’ jammers doin’ #Hits on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AfT2GCC7BPk }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?

#AvrilLevine #TheEagles & moi

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ElephantsRuleEarth #Dignity #EatingDirty #RidingDirty #DyingDirty @ricoSacto #ricoSacto

LIBTARDIA, BUILD A TEXAS’ WALL

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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, March 31, 2019

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Bring in bum masses of the world’s downtrodden, impoverished, mouth-breathing beaches

With mothers and no fathers, fatherless children drinkin’ spring water, eating sandwiches

Each grain of sand in the hour glass falls in Space and Time, landing over here, right now

Choice of yours is non-existent, you must stay in line, follow the rules, pass go to eat a cow.

Burgers at the In & Out or the King of US, the #BurgerKing of McDonald, dead cows’ meat

To eat and to metabolize the DNA in the grilled flesh and bone of the inanimate, unholy feet

Pigs, sheep, cattle, goats, horses herding on the range, the cowboys and cowgirls go mainline

On the lam or in a cot at a speak easy or hovel full of decadent, uncivilized, haters out of line.

They wait and stay downtown until the suburban wives and mothers go on the lam, fix a face

Like the birds with wings, the metal jackets are packed with the living moving in Time’s space

Fulfilling the holes of Nothing, we call it the holy when it’s in reality, absolutely void of the All

No stardust to burn, no helium, hydrogen or any smoky liquid solid, All behind an eight ball.

When I bean this trip, I was an innocent, young sprout ready to grow into a man’s man’s fear

Of the death coming to us all, you, me and even God dies, ask the Christ who came over here

Down to the ground of the USA before it was here, should have waited until the internet rags

Hashtag #JesusChrist’s balls become extinct, again, before #Buddah’s reincarnated file tags.

Think water and food, shelter and company of the One’s brood, grouping DNA pals like toys

Borrowing and stealing what you never received from mama and papa, orphaned girls n’ boys

Tour the ground searchin’ for something that causes nothing, Be all over It now, here or there

Comin’ over the rainbow reflection of the sun-planet atmosphere, infrared, ultraviolet #Hair.

What you don’t know WILL hurt you and that is why you must know everything possible, All

It is a necessary condition for the enlightened mind of the ignorant, innocent, amnesiac fall

From heaven’s gates to the #TexArkana wall, #LetsRide cowboys, just read n’ heed the creed

Libtardia quaked, life deleted, extinguished Life,Love & The Blues, a dead sea scroll of Seed.

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r j j stephan, i

c. March 31, 2019 A.D. Sunday @ 7:11 AM PST --in lust with #FakeLibtardia with you!

{ listenin’ to Cage The Elephant #AintNoRestForTheWicked #MoneyDontGrowOnTrees #WhatDaddySaid link @ https://youtu.be/HKtsdZs9LJo }

W.W.A.R.D. ?