#ricoSacto

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

#Area102 @NatalieWoodTrophy #BlackHoles #WhiteHoles & #Singularity

@ricoSacto #ricoSacto
A LOOK-UP, ROCKS ROLL IN SPACE*
There is nothing personal here if this diatribe matches specific circumstances here on the ball
I know this is true, so don’t give me that ‘look and roll’ of eyeballs into 6’4” holy skullduggery
Make it burn the whole way down to your soul, to the core of the Earth where nothing can be
Straight shots of #JackDaniels downed, #JoseCuervo mercy, better off to git over hearts y’all.

You may not’ve been around the block before but I have, I ain’t braggin’ just statin’ the facts
I am what I am like a #Popeye, high on spinach pizzas’ double cheese, more shots, no redacts
One drink led to another, now half the bottle is all gone, it’s been done afore, bottoms up thee
Slurrin’ the speech ain’t helpin’ the comprehension of the mystery, get closer over here to me.

To like or not to like is not an option, no freedom to choose at your personal conception of Id
What you saw is immediately what you got, starving-thriving mothers of you, mother of gods
At night when the Earth turns it’s face away from the light in the middle of nowhere, shine It
I’m what you are, no difference other than I know and you do not know, stars, One Sun, God.

So, you’ve gone too far now to stop going on with the game, you know the rules, tiptop cream
At least you’ve got an immortal soul, dontcha? Of course you do, your life is all re-recorded
Before you arrived in the Past and the Present you knew you had a F-Future, ‘til you’re dead
Come closer, over here, me, myself and I are fishin’, oh, the burn! #HappyEnding’s a dream!

One’s function in the infinite as a mortal representation of the unknown is to be or not, Balls
An immortal function of the language and both oral and written on stone, paper or dirty walls
Strong forces want to erase the functions we’ve historically recorded back into The black hole
Regardless of liking it or not, findin’ Truth makes you take T-shirts off and get one last kiss!

Planets invisible to me, in a book of words, at the end a sound of words, don’t go but you go
Where? I don’t know but you will know some day maybe sooner than later, hehl you’ll know
Surprised, maybe not, it’ll be what’ll be, that said, live and let live, kill the viral infection bean
Humanity! God’s beauties in short skirts easy in blue moonlight, sweet woman in blue jeans.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. June Twelfth, Two Thousand & Nineteen A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST
{ DRAFT complete while listenin to #LoveTheLonelyOutOfYou by The Osborne Brothers drinkin’ heartache & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/yhPNZKdVRh8 }
* props to the legs used in the header ON FB, I know whose they are but they are now property of DAVEYJONESXX � 6 feet under! X

FINIS

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

#OnBeingMortified #ForgotMyWallet #JokesOnYou

PAY THE DAMNED BILL, PENNY!
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, June 11, 2019
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It won’t be very long before you cannot handle the egg stench your ilk or perfume of flowers
Out of a desert blizzard and star dirt tundra drought, DNA photons of plants and bones form
On the road dead or in a BBQ skinned and drained of life’s force, it’s the only home of a worm
From the bowels of innards where only angels fear to go, divine humanity’s occultish powers.

Pink, blue and white for the symbolic reference to the good, the bad and the real, ugly One
Made everything from mud to blood to the beer in our mugs, we see what we get, oh yeah
All of it is a bunch of roses for the love of being animated with the sparks to ignite the sun
Alpha to Omega and above and below it all, everything collapsed into a holy singularity bay.

Nothing to do in the womb or after the arrival at the threshold of utter doom, end of days
Sun still shining while the Earth ceases to spin and wobble, just faces East, burns and prays
That the gravitational collapse will obstruct the mission to be or not, in an inescapable play
Of words, boys say of women who program the DNA of mating ova, precious and few today.

Nobody wants to have a baby, nobody wants to nurture and culture a child into a production
Of money’s wealth, the gold and silver, the diamonds, sapphires and rubies, colored rock, son
You know exactly what is in store for all of us, whether we like it or not, we’re headed to dust
Even guys with guns n’ swords can’t get away forever, the void’s prayer is to get up and down.

To be the point, the winning point to end the game with a victory or loss, nature is the matrix
We are the living who become something from nothing and then die and become mojo hicks
In a shallow bog or swamp full of unrotted corpses, that is where the UFO’s dropped anchor
Kept rotten bones together, sunken mud to the rescue, preserved in a flower bed of bad odor.

Olfactory sensation in the form of smoke and mirrors, an illusion that I’m in a fake reality
Everything appears to the mind that the whole world is outside of your hands, yet it is to be
Fear’s merely the lack of confidence generated by the power of knowledge, wisdom’s scree
About being you, your family and friends, even your enemies, they all swipe your pedigree.

In and out of the thing itself, friction causing a dream climax of the end of days, all of it gone
Then you come back to the present after being somewhere else, no future in the past, drone
Heartless, mindless, soulless and in a word, an automaton, no need for life-like, color sparks
Unmoved, started fire for the forest dwellers who will party with morons, freaks or sharks.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. June 11th, 2019 A.D. @ 2:22 PM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to Stevie Ray Vaughan #LoveStruckBaby & HITS from #DoubleTrouble link @ https://youtu.be/nnbnRWHDFpw }
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, June 10, 2019

#DoItAgainAndAgainAgain #TryToBeEverthingToEveryone #DotItAgainAndAgain #OneHitWonder

HIGHER ABOVE 80,000 FEET, oM
If it’s the last thing you do, fire all of the guns, explode the ordinance in your Earth mother
Fall down the Fallopians into the holy soul’s gravitational collapse, essence of my God father
Perfectly trained to aim high and move sixteen hundred feet per second, open borders now
Highest mountains and deepest forests, jungles, swamps, open seawater, lake or an overflow.

Breath of the gas mixture your lungs can metabolize into the animation function of matter
Burned out star-stuff making a comeback before the Supernova in progress, a timely spacer
Between the occurrence of the matter and form of the Earth’s left over crust and never, ever
There is a chasm which cannot be crossed by sea, land or air, neither below us or below Her.

She is One in a million as far as I know, so I’ve been told a million times since I was six or ten
Brought wisdom of the ancients to fruition with the occult, hidden demons of a ocultish den
Of fish, mice, men, lions, tigers, snakes and other slithering anima, inherited blind faith exit
To be or not to be DNA anomalously penetrated blind faith, ship’s ahoy mate, keep rockin’ it.

For no purpose at all, my parents mated for the fun of it, here I am, now and then, I will be
From a random, zygotic DNA function, a fake-intellectual misfit of cultural bastardism is One
With all guys and gals that died & who will die because they are alive right now, 21 gun salute
For those about to rock, alone under gravitational law of extinct Newton, #21Guns #OOrah.

Now that we found love what are we gonna do with it? I got mine tied up in sleeping beauties
Who are all for One and One for all, a #Muskateerish type/mode of being my civil liberties
Atom to Universe, atom to universe, this is your Captain, come in please? Do you read me?

It’s all over now, it’s easy to see and easy to tell from the writing on the invisible wall of fame
In the hall where light’s been dimmed, nobody can see the fluorescent sand of fission’s fusion
Alright to be you and your kin and mates, sooner than later, it will be as below the dirt’s game
Buried bones under ground or water, burned, crushed, shattered, banned now, Original sin?

You’re killin’ me for reincarnation, ad infinitum cause/effect wings of demonic fallen angels?
Is this some kind of a joke? Why live and die for a hoax light-soundscape, half-wit, she-devils
Hoax me once shame on you! Hoax me twice shame on me, that’s fair so dance to a backbeat
Co-mingle asexual photo-synthetics and 80,000 feet, we’ll look the same, AM radio on a teat!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. June Tenth, 2019 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ drafted while listenin’ to the #FatherOfMine Everclear & HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/kkcbxjWG9Mc }
 
 
*header photo is an A-10 Thunderbolt #Warthog close support ground support:

“A-10 THUNDERBOLT (WARTHOG) The Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolt II is an American twin-engine; straight-wing jet aircraft developed by Fairchild-Republic in the early 1970s. The only United States Air Force aircraft designed solely for close air support of ground forces; the A-10 was built to attack tanks; armored vehicles; and other ground targets with limited air defenses.The A-10 was designed around the GAU-8 Avenger; a 30 mm rotary cannon that is the airplane's primary armament and the heaviest such automatic cannon mounted on an aircraft. The A-10's airframe was designed for survivability; with measures such as 1; 200 pounds (540 kg) of titanium armor for protection of the cockpit and aircraft systems that enables the aircraft to continue flying after taking significant damage. The A-10A single-seat variant was the only version built; though one A-10A was converted to the A-10B twin-seat version. In 2005; a program was begun to upgrade A-10A aircraft to the A-10C configuration.The A-10's official name comes from the Republic P-47 Thunderbolt of World War II; a fighter that was particularly effective at close air support. The A-10 is more commonly known by its nicknames "Warthog" or "Hog". It also has a secondary mission; where it provides airborne forward air control; directing other aircraft in attacks on ground targets. Aircraft used primarily in this role are designated OA-10. With a variety of upgrades and wing replacements; the A-10's service life may be extended to 2028.376th Air Expeditionary Wing; AFCENT; Airmen; Kyrgyz Republic; Kyrgyzstan; Staff Sgt. Robert Barnett; Transient; Transit Center at Manas; U.S. Air Force; United States” -- #WashingtonTimes article link @ https://go.shr.lc/2Dg9oKT