#ricoSacto

Sunday, July 26, 2020

#Cake #WalkingDownByTheRiver #TrickleDownTickle @KidRock #KidRock #YNMAMFQLM #Everlast #SlowYourRoll

TRAINS, R.R. TRACKS & YO MAMA
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 26, 2020
*** #NoCoincidenceAllowed ***
It’s all about diesels, alternators and carburetors, keepin’ 2, 4, 6 & 18 wheels in collinearity
Or it may not be all about the alternators and carburetors that lay it out, lay it down misery
Up north and down south, over in the east and out yonder in the west, it’s all a cowboy yelp
We’re not only invited to the WAR but we gotta go because there ain’t nobody else to help.

Therefore, I am and you are all there is between this life and the death ahead, how macabre
Like Vincent Price got in the room and now is going to smile the mustache grin to you, brah
Then we get to find out what the thrill of getting ready to be killed & eaten by an epileptic fit
We’re just supposed to lay down and take it? No, we fight & kill to survive another day in It.

On the One hand since you only have two hands, it’s all you knew before your conception’s I
Ego and the Id to fight for the grid to survive the grim rules of the strong survival of muscles
Only they survive until death takes them as an old, decrepit piece of meat that nobody will eat
It’s not your fault, the muscles taste like a crepe Suzette without the Suzy, know what I mean?

Anyway you look at it, the song reiterates the meaning with a hodge-podge of babbling dukes
Doing their best to be the jack of all trades and succeeding at being the #1 master of the None
From the revolution to the climax of the reality, a Big Bang rings, the sun sings, I move Nukes
Inside of the Kings and Queens two-dimensional realm, I’m the First & Only Mover, see son?

Unfolded greeting from the cyberspaced checkmates, the only place in Space left in this finale
Just to the rear of the curtain coming down to cut off the audience from the performers acts
To recollect who it was and why they did what they did and how they did it, taking a bow too
Choo choo trains need the tracks laid before they can roll, my dynamo is TNT’s soul of a fool.

Blown cover and cannot retain anonymity for the sake of being true to the solitary hermitage
Where I remain among the pearls, far from the corralled and penned swine that slop as a hog
Perfection and it’s living and breathing gas on a ashen, dirt ball, rivers to seas, Word of a sage
It’s not Pa, where you come from, where sunlight begins, gravity collapsed yo’ mama’s rage.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 9:11 AM PST
{ Jammed out of the matrix while listenin’ to Eric Clapton concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/VcZILUFycrA February 17th, 2020 A.D. HammersmithLondon }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, July 25, 2020

#WhenYouveHadIt #ItIsDone #OpsiMath #Rock #SHAFT



JUST SAY YOUR MIND’S BENDING
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, July 25, 2020
***** #NeedsMetWantsNevermore *****
Wait! You think that I’m an ape? Pitchfork man you’re a dope, we’re your DNA of no mercy
Created to avoid the all too human pursuits of good and evil, the guilt of being bad to your ma
When you were young and knew it all but what you knew was nothing, wasted taste of the sea
Superman-supergorilla moves and flies defying gravity and good sense, all doin’ the rhumba.

I got a secret victory before the battle began, the queen wanted me to take over the realm rule
I didn’t know then what I know now and if I did it probably wouldn’t have mattered to a fool
My first choice has mostly been a dead end, many false starts before I got the full-on ignition
Acceleration from zero to a hundred in 3 seconds, brain splattered by the minions who shun.

First there’s a confession and a commitment to be unfolded by temptation or a haloed saint
Second there’s temptation attempting the impossible, as if it were my ghost that’s gonna faint
Y’all know where the fools are coming from a day or two before they arrive, all about the skin
Sagging skin and calcifying bones from skull to ankle, it’s wisdom, a 60’s age of love-in again!

Faith and hope for the things that can never be, faith and hope for the categorical imperative
A necessary condition for the foundation of superpower atomic fission and fusion of Nothing
Heroes and villains survive for a moment in time just to show the good to the bad and ugly
Knowing what only God knows, now you and I know, It Is Done, my .44. & .45’s now empty.

The thrill is done gone whether you be a king or a pauper, it comes like lightening, I be so shy
It’s gone before you memorized the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, beautiful face and high IQ peeve
One thing led to another, I kissed her, she kissed me, you know the rest is history, cherry pie
Incredible that I was able to see the nature of God in a woman, she was the One, she was Eve.

Evolutionary after the special creation from nothing but a Big Bang and gravitational collapse
Gas, liquid, solid things, atoms, molecules, cells, forms and ecosystems of dying, dirty waters
I wish you well though, it’s been a real nice trip from the beginning to the end of road runners
Being and Nothingness, deep Space without a sound or a word, breathe climax, mama’s gasp!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Saturday, July 25th, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 PM PST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to Guardians of the Galaxy on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/l9_-2oG4Cc0 }
FINIS
W.W.AR.D.?

Friday, July 24, 2020

#IfAndOnlyIf #StayHereWithMe

 
SURVIVAL ACCIDENT, @DARWIN SCORNED
by
***** @MonaLisa Come over here! *****
I’m an old man and I took a cabin cruiser out to high water, deep, cherry red hot, hint of mint
Recollecting leaves growing in Chicago, in grandpa’s back yard full of plants he grew, a hint
Recollect the saliva flowing the way down to the DNA replication of cells, no mitigation force
From hostile, unknown characters comin’ at y’all like in a video game to a silent death choice.

Nothing but water in sight, no land in sight, orphans with no mothers anywhere in thinking
Satisfaction is to feel what your own mother felt when you were in her womb, 24/7 sleeping
A virtual reality of accuracy errors that force One to consider the nature of the beast in total
Discovery of the Truth about why life exists, humanity in particular, random courage of soul.

Migration and mitigation of the factors in the equation, an idiot box #Dimwit transmission
So, the gods let there be Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, all problem children with faux complexity
It’s not their fault that they act the way they do nor their fault that they were soul fused hags
Therefore, they act with impunity and without remorse for the misguided, idiot sperm bags.

Fortune rules this Space and Time, not me nor my particular fix, an AC/DC 266 pound thing
A few times I got lucky and chalked it up to a coincidence but I probably won a bee’s spelling
Words in a sequential order that puts a whole lotta Rosie in the path of the effective way to be
Orphans & well=bred boys & girls & all of y’all between, have a devil within, free of a trinity.

I hear the words and sounds of speakers rockin’ and I’ve seen many come and go, good & bad
Now the bad boys truly did know ‘ow to boogie, 7th sons or not, welfare kids or not, it’s so sad
On the one hand you know you’ve got to survive and try to cover my obligated responsibilities
If you’d have felt what she did, that you’re a bad boy, white lies, deep blue sea, too good to be!

My father said to forget about it, to stop thinking that I had any control, pops was a hero-bull
I tried to persuade him that the Way was straight and narrow, like a laser-focus eye-beaming
A fight you and I didn’t ask for but we’re equipped to fight fruitlessly to the death, inevitable
All One atom in an infinite multiplicity of sub and macroscopic blues, Alcatraz to Rikers Isle.

I was a fool for your stockings, I got cross for a minute and I killed the man who crossed you
I criss-crossed the street just to get to the other side quicker than usual, I was double crossed
Behind a motive for justice, there was an intent to stop any future transgression from the ilk
Hound dogs barkin’ now, gonna chase the prey up the tree, I got a shot, wait, Tequila or milk.

So, I found out that all you get when you get old as the hills is gray hair on your head & soul
Singin’ for the dream to continue on the beaten path, infinite hold on to me, I’m on a slowroll
In love and it’s got a hold on me just like I have nothin’ to say about it, never felt this before
If I only could kill the fantasy, it must be love, golden heart’s happy, movin’ me on the floor.

Y’all got to square the conclusions you’ve reached by now, deductions so full of false premises
Not for any diabolical reason but for a humanitarian one, for the sake of the props to a skull
Crossbones of all dumb people who helped me see myself, down at the crossroads’ sea breeze
In a boat on one of the seven seas, bottom dropped out, on riffs & waves of the end, #Painful!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, July 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 2045 hours Friday Night
{ Writin’ & rockin’ with Eric Clapton & Dire Straits concert 1988, youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nPIsm5AJdn4 }
 & A 1 & A 2
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?