#ricoSacto

Saturday, December 26, 2020

#ThisMeansWAR @WARtheBand #TheStruggleEndsAdInfinitum @BruceSpringsteenConcert2020 #TheBoss #OnTheStruggle

#OnTheStruggle
IMMORTAL ENDING RUINS, MIXED RUNES UP 7, DOWN 3

What is said is what's been heard over and over again, ad infinitum for 3/4 of a century
Humanity reviews the historical record & then when faced with the eternal Void of Hell's
The brave, humane species which evolved from fallen angels or cro-magnon apes, I see
One but not Many, divided in body & mind, magic, occult Words of dastardly cast spells!

On the nature of being out of Time, this or that 1 of moving from First Cause to a Void
Contraption of essence's presence, it's volume of effervescent-sights, a tactile android
To come out of a Past history of the Cause into this lapsing, momentary Present Future
When the lease on the hardware has reached it's upper limit, a shutdown of Evil's Cure.

It's a matter of being alive or dead, all it is & has ever been, One's conundrum opinions
A supreme court of a world's energy bursts, 208 bones & complex immortals' #fake sins
My fault or not, I am still present in the Now and I have been in the Past, pullin' on a toke
As soon as I'm here though, I'm long gone before the first light, invisible as risen smoke.

Like it or not, here you are and there it is, for you to masticate & digest in due Time's Id
Deep down in the DNA, a code's clearly the only option for the Free Will, there's no Kid
It's all inside of the deep, unknown, awareness of God's gods, almighty Omega of OMs
Shoot, stab or slander messengers, dissect the message, annihilate The Alpha, Homes!

Into a mystical memory of bones full of acidic DNA that the origin had at a Supernova
Recollecting a full awareness of What this Universe is exactly, a proving or playground
Making this and that there all there is to worry about, nothing else matters, only Truth
What it means to be, just too human, here & now with others who've no wisdom tooth.

Beginning at the end, we just know it, we know nothing beyond factoid Life's holy scree
Left to the sacred hearts whose mothers were not raped by savage warriors with a need
To be or not to be's never the only question but it's a decent question, a quitter's extinct
Survival mission is complete, miraculous One of a Void's spirituality, Sisyphus' blink!

Performance of the most adapted rises up the food chain, cream of the crop, uneaten
Of mice, men, rats & saints, dreamin' things at the fires of burning sticks, drum beatin'
Whatever you do, don't waste time, activate functions of the calculus, OK wise guy?
What you see if your blind eyes don't deceive your conscious mind, so it is #TooHigh!

Why roll a boulder up a mountain?  Just because it's down at the bottom of gravity's Sun
Earth's a burning-out star of it's former self, Nothing to see, gods, Adam, Eve, not a One
Self-pity between ignorant DNA remnants of spontaneous combustion, all shoot a moon
Lunar landing on got bent on a fictional Nobel, Zeus' holy of holies, Osirus' #EndsRune.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, FREEzember 26th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST
{  Replaced #FreeWill with this cosmic reprogramming from the #Void, #InfiniteHealing link @ https://youtu.be/sOL0awzDh4Q #FifthDimensionInfiniteHealing #BonaVentura}
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, December 25, 2020

#MerryChristmas TO ATHEISTS TOO! #ToysAndTops of a #RockBeat Retarded Genius in Utero #NothingToPlayFor #ThumpinDotHeadStrummin #LightenUpJesus

MEA PATER & MATER OF SPACE & TIME, IN TREMELO TROUBLE

I wrote it down, all she said to me when I was fast asleep but I couldn't see It
You know the thing, what it is when you can't see or touch it in an epileptic fit
Common grounded in dead lead based gold, seventy Christmas eves' fights above
And below the thing, you know the thing I can't recall but what matters is Love!

In the pinch, out of any shelter, no home to go back to because you got lost here
That's the whole story of many men & women on Earth, seven continental shelves
Hangin' stockings on fireplaces, runnin' trains around in circles about Santa elves
Bad and good all get a little something to make it all worth while, pretending to care.

You can't pay attention to the words you read and you must take the gist of the salad
Holy babies born and bred to die in pleasure or pain without regard for the dead ends
Wherevers they are is where it's all at, on coastal craggy beaches or high up in hills
Wishin' a Christmas was more than a baby born to die on a cross, on a hill of star dirt.

Saints named Christopher and Nicholas not to mention the Alberto and the Ricardo
On the floor or in the sky, behind all of the sleigh bells, we are here to make the blow
Wind of the four directions of the spinnin' wobble goin' around in ecliptic repetition
Free Will to choose the Good, the Evil or what's left in a Nothing sandwich of Ham.

Curious that the things themselves came from somewhere no longer in my #Bawls
Completely stunned by the light comin' out of the skies and ground, blinded I am It
No proof of that theory's evolution, I have naturally selected my self's missing link
What I am and what I was is what I'll always be, Son of God, Son of Adam-ALs!

Coming forward and reversing the momentum from the end back to the Origin toy
A monster ball of star fragmentation with the potential for germinating muddy dirt
Enculturation of the virus and bacteria in their petri dishes puts Man into Woman
No other way to make day & night, you know the thing, intercourse, #ComeOnMan!

The light remains off until you flip the switch and only you're in charge, in power
Nobody is going to die for you when it's your time to die, stay alive up in the tower
Celebrate the moments of clarity and decades of cultural confusion, as St. Nick's face
Beatin' off my metronome, spellin' magic on the Planet's who do, what I am, Space.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, Freezember 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 5:55 AMPST
{  #AllIWantForChristmasIsYou in an infinite Chicago-Loop, thanks @MariahCarey <3 link @ https://youtu.be/CYvm0P-v3Jk }
FUBAR ^ FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, December 24, 2020

#BottomsUp Give me my ... @Nickelback @InAndOUT OF THE MYSTICAL MEMORY OF CHRISTMAS PAST, WAY GONE! #RASCALS #BrooksAndDunne #WoodyWoodpecker

 
THE JIG'S UP & YOU'RE GOIN' DOWNTOWN

You may not like what you're gonna read, who gleans anything from fables & proverbials

Not only can I not recollect the past but also can't foretell a future for you, me or anyone

Above or below where I stand here & now on this grounded Earth planet, far from suns

93 million miles away takes a flash if you're the speed of light, 186,000 ft/sec/sec guns.


A shot out of wandering atomic matter, fission, fusion, long gone is all you're gonna get

No heaven above this thing itself, neither more nor less than a blind man's bluff, don't fret

It's gonna be alright, alright, alright & you can rely on that as a fact of life, factoid Truths

Complete and unfortunate at one and the same time, the Grace of God is the sky's proofs.


Not a joke or a trick to make the created hope for afterlife seem to soothe fear being eaten

Maybe it's a dream within a dream as #EdPoe would've wanted us to believe, hell's a scene

Monkey victims & slaves below masters' anthropomorphic philanthropy, faith, hope, charity

Apes are these 208 bones you share with us, yet you've been shortchanged in RNA clarity.

 

When you were thirteen or ninety three, nothing mattered & if it did, I'd no blind faith, fondly

Compared to the mist of H2O & the inner heat of thine planet's core, Sun's of God, neutrons

Like it or not, too many dreams died with bodies of mankind, full of scat mankind left Sons

At the bottom of conclusions, there's a finite amount of premises, assumed as I walk blindly.


Stood here on a stoop, can't step back, face it, it's all 'bout me now, bangin' a show's gong

Nothing mattered anyway, after the last gasp I took, no judgement of activity, right or wrong

Ethical certainty attained finally as my corpse begot #TheStruggle, critical mass of 7th sons

Confucius, Mo & Jesus, alive, evil positive positrons, neutral protons, negative electrons.


Let the fire & ash go out & become the emptiness it came from, winning the race I lost It

Why I came in the 1st place, principles in place, to fade away from zygotic acid deep chit

Never astray like lost lambs before death, prey of men & mongrels, eat the bloody animus

Safe bet y'all gonna die, more or less than a hundred elliptical trips, around Uncle Remus!


Shivered & shook the babies who made the trip past the abort & abused stages of a wisdom tooth

3/5 of this Ball's liquid, it's believed, can evaporate into Space, fallen Eros' atmospheric pressure

We've no experimental proof of this essence whether it's a truth or a lie, you can't test the Truth

It's at the bottom of occult's unknown, backs of angels who fear to go, bottoms up pleasure.

 

In a chieftain's tribe, alpha & omega, equal in power, liquid, solid in a gas force, godsend sea

Love & a mixture of Earth's magic dust made out of saints' & sinners' acid trip to the moon

In midnight hours or early in illusionary Dawn's rising, settin' Darkness' gold to die for soon

Peace-pipe calculus recommended to animate warriors & scribes in tribes, God smoked trees!


by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, December 24th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 12:05 PM PST

{ Drafted on Christmas Eve in NorCal, livin' the dream with my honey & full of the scat of this year 1974, the year I got back to the world from overseas!  That was indeed a trip, twice overseas & back, God.....this is some @RareEarth, indeed it IS!  #HeyBigBrother link to #Chicago circa 1974 @ https://youtu.be/cVKz2TcIhBY }

FINIS

W.W.A.R.D.?