#ricoSacto

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

#BaFongoo #ImmediateSuspension #YoureOutOfHere #BeTheBlues #EventHorizon @VanAllynBelt



54 GAMES, WON ALL, LOST NONE
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 21, 2020
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I have picked every winner in every @Superbowl from 1966 to 2019, won’t waste 2020 on me
Not because I want to lose, it’s just because I am betting my ace high full house on it, too high
If I lose, I start paying a mortgage again, if I win, I move to Hawaii, buy a condo on a blue sea
Of course you know that I’m all too human, with a dream that I had all in my own mind’s eye.

Just a moment while I scramble the matter and energy within the shape of the nothing I am
It won’t take very long, energy being a matter of Time in Space, random collisions, a flim flam
Imaginary functions of living for any reason other than to consume & convert x’s & o’s to fun
For no other reason than just because, that’s all of it, no revelation of a prize for being a One.

Amazing PhD’s putting the fear of Zeus back into the empty void of grateful deadhead grads
Masters of a gift to analyze concepts and induce or deduce rational conclusions, viable triads
On being a piece of the whole thing, it appears that’s all there is, it’s all you’ll get in eternity
Nothing personal between you and I and the darkness outside Earth, we’re God, we’re pretty!

Now, we’re goin’ way back to the 1960’s when I was in a high school I hated to be in, flunked
Both junior and senior year spent in summer school brushing up on American and English lit
Amazing that I got A’s in summer schools yet F’s in the regular school year of priestly revere
I graduated summa cum laude and the Nam war took me away, KIA on the battlefield here.

Sneeze and cough your way out of papa’s brand new bag, paper or plastic, wasted eye candy
Old songs from the teeny boppers, the beatniks and hippies and their minions, sung so dandy
Meaning and purpose delayed until the foresight becomes literally the hindsight’s savior king
Nobody knows on Earth can repeat the Super Bowl LIV win, #GameFace, almost a Will thing.

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r j j stephan, i
c. Tuesday, January 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 PM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to #SuperIntelligence on a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VL9bpCjazT4 & afterward listenin’ to #CosmicEnergy: Cold Sparks to Black Holes link @ https://youtu.be/0lTbQ4nPFjg }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#ThereIsNoFirstTimeForOneThing #OneMoreThing #ThisIsAHoldUp #DropYourWeapons #AstonishMeOrElse #HundredBillionTrillionTimesOurSize #ProductOfTheVoidness @HEART #EvenItUp

HER STOCKINGS’ FOOL, EVEN ZERO
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, January 21, 2020
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Not Zorro but a zero, I got the memo, notes from the hinterland have landed in my purview
To see what you get before you get it, is the peace de la resistance, a rested-up shebang glow
Where your mama and daddy left you out in the cold, revelation ‘bout divine orgasmical US
We don’t care much anymore, disgust has overtaken the laundered money train’s magic bus.

It ain’t a metro or a greyhound, no cosmic medicine for an invisible, empty set of nihilism
Once you flip the switch and turn on the movement of the First Cause, it rolls on the chism
Nothing but the Chicago isms left over, I call them my inner chism, a word, a name for bliss
Always the other when it’s all OFF, I’m always ON at that Time in my personal Space’s fizz.

Was a punk because if I wasn’t the bullies would have punked me, city of sins and holy smells
Odor scents of blood from stockyards covered up the murder One, streets’ reverse flow swells
Where the garbage is refused to the rear of the housing, dumpsters ready for windy city wires
Molecular and atomic structures in forms ready to be dissolved into the muck, mire and fires.

Organizational maintenance be damned, chaos is the only way to be a fool for your stockings
Black netted, from the floor up to #here, my hand waves over my head, legs from rock-kings
Can’t wait to see eternity and the things themselves presented to naked eyes to see a holy sun
Married, engaged, betrothed, goin’ steady with One and only one, now until...I shot a 6 gun.

Hold it right there, looky here now, wrap your head around this, let it sink into empty minds
Where the darkness controls the entity that moves on points, lines, shapes, sizes I can’t find
In the emptiness beside and between the things that exist, things I can see and feel, I can eat
Consummation of the feast of life, a celebration of the marriage between the body-soul meat.

On a T-bone or some dead skin cells with the DNA to be as it’s always been, grounded, caput
Where’d your brothers, sisters and friends go the day they died? Into the Void’s ethereal cup
Are you ready to go? Are you prepared for the Unknown to show you the Way, mid-finger up
Counted your assets and debits, married to the mob’s nuclear family, godfather’s Will’s afoot.

Up, up and away from the stoned ground you know, like a spaceman goin’ crazy, as unknown
Outerspace nothing but innerspaced everything else, jewels from mothers and fathers blown
Fool for your stockings, if you’re listenin’ or not, yours not your girlfriends, I ain’t your Mama
Awaitin’ a return to sender, dreams all end in a moment, got #Wokeboned, Holy See, a Papa!

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r j j stephan, i { *HEADER is Carol Ann & I in a embrace. Status - Main Squeeze! }
c. Mardi, Janvier 21st, 2020 A.D. @ 4:44 AM PST
{ Drafted listenin’ to the #FlipTheSwitch TheStones The Rolling Stones on the homemade video I made many years ago when the internet 1st began, back in the olden days, early 21st century, here’s a link to MY SELF-PRODUCED NONSENSE (last century), entitled, “EXTINCTION of SPECIES” on the youTube link @ https://t.co/VE5StxY2lU?amp=1 }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, January 20, 2020

#OrElseJustForgetAboutIt #MakeItRealNow @CarlosSantana @JoeBonnamassa

LET’S RUMBLE! CATS’ SKINTIGHT!
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, January 20, 2020
It may be a bet in your mind only or at a track or on a book, where angels hook drop C Notes
System of the cats with nine lives as witnessed by the queens who revered the felines’ coats
Calm as a lion or a tiger or a panther, even a cougar or mountain lion or ocelot, they eat us
What do you think they can do when they’re hungry and need to feed themselves or the puss.

It won’t be long before the end that’s near turns into the happening of the thing itself & how
Only the powers that outlast your and my occupation of inherited luck of the proverbial draw
If I might go out on a limb and suggest my opinion, we are neither Stalin’s nor Hitler’s sins
We the people here and now are responsible for the words we sing and shout, above the din.

Amazing that you got here to hear and sing even one short song or a cavalcade of a noted beat
Around the corner or just standing right there on it and waiting for the girls to go by, two feet
Legs up to here or there, depending on your point of view, it’s all good, up or down pleasure
To be the sight or the seer of the mirror image of God’s best formed angel from stardust pure.

Nothing to dance for other than just because you think you’re so pretty, you made the grade
Mrs. O’leary’s cow never kicked over the bucket to start the Chicago Fire, it was a band aid
On the heated end of spontaneous combustion, the cow pies filled the barn with gas to blow
Since the Mrs. did smoke a pipe, out behind the barn where it appeared safe, trick of a crow.

Bibles or catechism skrees in pamphlets to show the innocent and the enlightened mind’s eye
Down the center of the forward direction, never sideways or backward, respected I, every day
Penchant for appearing connected when it’s really the way to be aloof, disconnected hot wire
Coming into a laser fight for freedom and power we appropriated, 9ers win, cats are onfire!

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r j j stephan, i
c. Monday, January 20th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ Drafted listenin’ to #Supernatural HITS @Santana #miAmigo Carlos_Santana https://youtu.be/XxJDpyETDjE 
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W.W.A.R.D.?