#ricoSacto

Saturday, May 11, 2019

#Triggered #InfiniteExtinction #WellKissJustAsBefore

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SHORT TRIPS OF A HAPPY GIRL *
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, May 11, 2019
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In the end, as it always was, everybody knows the queens of the #Hop, rock hard and a-rolla
Filled with gametes of the genome, conceived, born, aborted or groomed into a fake trauma
Nobody who has ever taken breaths of this air, this living breathe of spinnin’ cosmic pea-soup
Torn hearts fallen in and out of love, pretended to be promised, all of it a mere clown’s dupe.

Four out of the sixteen souls still roam the Earth, the rest have run down underground to me
Where no other can breathe, see or feel anything at all, just me all alone with nothing, free
Not an illusion that I’m wasting time thinking about helping the beggars for the wise jib jab
God isn’t answering the chants and the ceremonies look like a begging for the end of a slab.

Strangers touch us all from the moment we’re dropped from mothers’ wombs, so immaculate
Then onward into bright lights and shadows of seven continents to live from day to day, mate
Nothing gets wasted from seed to wasted corpse, emptiness of the vessel fleshes out illusions
Deluded liquid shark teeth can’t bite, wasting time with holy hole’s alpha centaur i bumpkins.

Whispers in the Duke’s ear, in and out the other one, leaves me no angel’s winged fake feeling
A miracle I made it six decades full of opportunities and total success, I will have killed bears
Nothing peculiar ‘bout that magic wand, everybody has one but it fails to launch, time to sing
If the Earth became One, it would turn the core into a fire that would ignite God’s nose hairs.

We used to think that the stars were just dots on the matrix of blackness outside and skyward
In reality, each are actually solar systems with planet/moons, revolving and evolving the bird
From cell to zygote to form and matter, all too human and other genome, a dusted west wind
Sunsets moving us around in circles, sunrises are you being a square in a triangulation ward.

Stop breathing for a moment, then we’ll have another chit chat regarding the end of the blaze
It’s not Lucy in the sky or the civilization or culture that’s responsible, it’s just a Creator God
It’s an accidental clash of massive Black Holes in mid-gravitational collapse, it explains blood
Cherished souls OMG, bones on fire leave dust from needles of formaldehyde’s purplish haze.

by
r j j stephan, i
 
* #BeyondTheTwilightZone #ComeHomeBabyRightNow ..header’s my Godfather, Uncle Tony at the “Alfano/Mortenson - Italian/Irish/Polish” version of a wedding party circa 1956ish A.D. RIP ghost-kin of mine! My gramma & grampa, Josefina & Giuseppe Alfano, are the bookends on either end of this entourage!
 
c. May 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
 
{ drafted while listenin’ to #BobbyDarin #BeyondTheSea #MackTheKnife #DreamLover & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Rc7_lCfbQP0 }
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, May 10, 2019

#NobodyWantsToGuessWhy #ICameForYouBaby #VoidYourEpicRoyaltyChecks

 FAKE-DEAD, BLACK HOLE BUTTON
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Out on 1 limb of the tree of knowledge, I found out what I had forgotten, what I couldn’t find
Mixin’ the time sequences up, you can’t recall the Future or return to the Past, I know, I know
I will never learn to keep my big mouth shut like my daddy used to whip it, Kiddie-land mind
I finally without any warning, woke up from the dream inside my head, full of Truth’s blow.

Nobody could ever touch my soul or my heart, not this Time in Space or another, I am One
I am not sorry that I can’t be two, or you or three or four or a whole world of continental fun
Waxed and waned with the lunar revolution, wobbled on the axis and sucked out the helium
Left nothing to mix with the elemental origin, the Gold, the Silver, the yellow cake uranium.

In the singularity you will go way down to the never ending rabbit hole of Alice and the cafe
No coffee, no tea, no 7UP or Pepsi, no Mountain Dew or Root Bear, nothing to drink, I say!
Counting backward from ten down to one, then in an instant, in a heartbeat, I know nothing
You know all that’ll be known before extinction, singular dot of conception’s orgasmic song.

Regardless of what it is, the alter ego always wins the trophy wife of high school flash mobs
Vicious and pernicious yet compassionately humane, this Holy Boat sank long ago, we slobs
Moved inside of the dirty ashes, being wide open to consummation of mother-earthen things
Not by a carnivore or bacterial infections of mere mortals, but a divine suicide of God wings.

Red button and a black hole are the target of the dreaded last arrow, to the target’s near miss
Bull’s eyed fear of nothing but the emptiness you originated from, escaped from there to here
Price to pay for that, you forgot why you came, you wanted a reminder that could not appear
In Ether, driven heavy metal home for those who’d kill life, war kills the red flags of showbiz.

Bubbles breakin’ the thin line dividing inside from outside, allowing the acid to animate cells
DNA coded sequences ruptured by mutations from the solar protuberances and space balls
Been a red button leader doomed to return back to GO without collection the one old C-note
Keepin’ Soul-happy, feelings of the head red-heart copacetic, all you need’s Love, #FakeFloat.

The beginning started at the bitter end and remained right there in the muck and mire, Earth
A third planet from the sun or so they’ve said, compiled among the graphic equations of birth
It’ll help ones who don’t know it, the ones in ignorance of common sense will never, ever do it
Like Ones used up and spit out, two by two out of the arc, a reaper’s wheel house is evil, Live.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 10, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to the #Eagles #HoleInTheWorld youTube link @ https://youtu.be/9BQUpPVqlm0 }
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, May 09, 2019

@RunawayJune

...dancin' by themselves 'cause they can buy their own drinks and take themselves 
to bed....be their own boyfriends, #PayTheirOwnTab!  #LetsGo  #DontNeedNobodyElse
W.W.A.R.D.?