#ricoSacto

Monday, May 04, 2020

#AllThereIs @Santana #EverythingIsNothingAtAll #StringTheoryAndYourLittleArse

HIDDEN MOMENT, SWEATY BALLS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Monday, May 4, 2020
--- #TimeWaitsForNobody #TimeIsOut ----
Fairy tales cannot come true, even if you have a fairy who delivers upon demand, acts of Will
Intention to do what needs to be done at any given time when opportunity arises to break bad
We all do what we gotta do, under pressure or not, nothing really matters in Mariana’s trench
All you are you take with you as you leave your nest of Ma & Pa, you’ll use the good wisdom?

Perfection of the mutated genetic matter not only was impossible, it’s an impossible fool’s act
Recombining the DNA from species-specific coupling will edge toward extinction, life’s effect
Or the Facts of Life which are, girls and boys grown become mothers and fathers, good & bad
Not just some men and women but Everyone, there are no exceptions to the Rule, so, so sad.

Today cosmic stew flew right past an infinite series of burned out stars, looking like planets
Wait! What? Those are burned out stars just like all of the rest, they burn & burnout dumb
Nothing new or special about that, infinite time is a series of eating, bird, cow & veal cutlets
Minimum wages will get you to survive in a hostile environment but you need a mate/chum.

Exploration of the world as we know it is disregarded when we go to sleep at night or we die
Nothing including your entire life and career full of memories of the good, the bad and ugly
Miraculous things realized and for a very important reason, miracles are symbolic of a secret
You know like I know what happened before or during the #BigBang, Bam now you know!

Unified laws and general theories, relativity’s categorical imperative, you lived, you’ll die high
Nothing other than that is certain, Dr. Heisenberg’s principle erased the gods, less One’s flip
My true self has nothing to do with my mother and father in the flesh, an entropic soul’s sigh
Utter domination of Alice bytes lost in #Wonderland’s Black Hole, I am as I willed to be, Zip.

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r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, May 4th, 2020 A.D. @ 12:12 PM PST
{ Drafted during a lecture on #BlackHoles by Leonard Susskind- The father of String Theory How many bytes of information in a black hole can a guy fit into a bar? link on youTube #IncreaseTheMass #FireItUp @ https://youtu.be/2DIl3Hfh9tY }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, May 03, 2020

#StrummingMyDrum #BeatingMyAxe #SuckingMyHorn #CreepersOfJeepers #LostAllTreasureInTheWar #StolenValor #BeastsOfBurden

HEY, WHO’S IN THE PIT OF HADES?
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Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, May 3, 2020
----- #SpiritsAndGhostsMating -----
Don’t be square just because you think that your mama and papa watchin’ #Taco ‘toons
They are watchin’ you be happier than they ever were with these fools & business goons
It moves forward and backward like the tides, going out and coming in, woe is a toolman
No half steppin’ up to the bar, It is open and the drinks are on me, I think I can, so I can.

Dirt down and up the skirts not because it’s Earth or maybe it is, dirty and gettin’ on down
From the hearts and souls down to the depth of the core, bottoms look good in a low gown
A walk and a smile is what it took to complete the species’ mission, all hands on deck, ma
You’ve got no choice, sweet honey drippin’ in a free will of inheritance, serving the masta!

Marauders and thieves get hung with the savior, forgiven for their being all too humane
Women love the men and men return the favor, abuse, misuse and disrespect, just mean
Called me mean man, me? I ain’t mean, I’m forceful and don’t take static, I am so rude
Nothing personal to be in solid self defense, it is what it is, cash and booze flow, I am good!

Food in your face, money in my hands, all of that and more besides, I know, I am what I am
You are whatever you happen to be, comin’ out the Earth just like me, you’re no alien Adam
Grandsons and nephews of Eve, rattling and shaking the cages, spaghetti or iron, all the same
Now and then, we disagree about the undeniable, hilarity at it’s best, peculiar End game.

Bones, all 208 of them, crunched into pants, shirts, socks, shoes, hats, gloves, covered chesty
Not only because it’s cold but because it attracts the copulation force’s need to let it all bleed
From the fingertips to the toes and back up to the crown of the skull, brain powered mind feed
Grooves and moves until one last jacked up huff and puff, myriad of ghosts go to war’s kitschy.

Accomplishment and wasted Time all the same, you can’t take these figments of mind home
Nothing outside this Earth is named, none of it is anything but blown gas/dust under a dome
Great escapes while dancin’ dirty, gettin’ down below the limbo broomstick, fallen angel dust
Won battles in the war, kept a treasure trove of trouble, my Valor’s stolen, Die? All we must!

Out of high school, war broke out, volunteered to avoid the freezin’ cold draft for rice patties
Dodged bullets and shrapnel from the beautiful bombs that made the oriental rice danm holy
Words form from the linguistic static all around, radio, TV, infrared, all for One UV, a photon
We’re born, mixed from the deep ground up, dirty danced with stars now, I’m a 7th son’s sun!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, May 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 7:11 AM PST
{ Out the middle of nowhere, It comes in and It goes out, listenin’ to the Steve Winwood #BadBusiness #RollWithIt tune LOOP-hooked the link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }
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W.W.A.R.D.?

#GotRamrod @StevieWinwood @EricClapton @BruceSpringsteen

FIDDLESTICKS & BAM, A RIMSHOT!
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---- #FindRomance #SeeYourChance ----
Like blown candles in a whirlwind, ya gotta find time for It all, Timing is in fact, everything
A matter of the atomic structure of starstuff, subatomic and evolutionary progression of drat
Recollected rejected, #UAP used to be #UFO, Unidentified Aerial Phenom, Star system’s fat
Bottom line is It’s got absolutely nothing scientific in It other than a beginning song to sing.

Something moved and here we are, the result of a massive collision between space & matter
Causing the Time you get to spend in the middle of nowhere without a clue, a prison debtor
Buy things to use and then the credit needs to be repaid, the joke is on you, got no street cred
Anybody that doesn’t comeback with the original loan and interest soon will be free & dead.

Funky foreign people running numbers for the overloads, it’s all comin’ down, straight to hell
I’ve got all of the marbles and I own the game and the place it takes up in space, under you all
Of and by and for the people is a quality of unknown proportion to the ignorance, ring a bell?
From the queen’s mean, thin lips and the king’s cold, hairy legs a decree has become this Ball.

Inventing the wheel wasn’t as easy as it looked to the women and the incompetent whiners
I knew and only you knew like I know, the mind and the body work together for 100 years
Sometimes more means less but not always, sometimes less means more, morons & idiots
Other times, it’s exactly like what’s said and what’s written, true or false ideas of patriots.

Situation unknown, of the mice and men leftover for the holocaust’s dank presence, phuqs
It cannot be undone, there are no do-overs for you, me or God the invisible One, aw shucks
Stood up waiting for my date on the #TiltAWhirl but I blew it anyway, I tilted a fake world
Meaning of formations of atomic Matter here and now, accidentally is a momentary canard.

Roads to perdition have been paved and walked upon for millennia, I spooned with blinders
In the feather or water bed, the song remained the same, it always will for #10 bean counters
Miracle is the day you were conceived to the happiness of being in ecstatic embrace with One
Faded to the whites and blacks, a bad business pandemic liquidation of the smokin’ hot Fun.

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r j j stephan, i *Header is MarilynMonroe the candle in the wind, per Captain Fantastic, the Elton John Experience https://youtu.be/NoOhnrjdYOc
 
c. Dimanche, May 3rd, 2020 A.D. @ 3:33 AM PST
 
{ Drafted while listenin’ to @StevieWinwood #RollWithIt & #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/u_vkKozA8OI }

FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?