#ricoSacto

Friday, February 12, 2021

#MrMisunderstood #Who? #IDGAS #RearViewSpringsteen #California #Chicago #AllOne

COVID19 MUTATIONS, CHINA CONTROL, KUNG FU YOU, DEAD MAN'S HAND #HEHL
 
Freedom from China's propaganda on being safe with asymptomatic filtered M95 & the spittle
That would be a harem & a ticket to ride while drinking your wine at a BBQ, post chicken little
Drive your mama's deals from mall to strip mall, all for the sake of #Ends, a Reality's cold One
Love walked in & out of my joint, it was not a drivethru, a long neck I won't do, aw #fuck son!
 
Marauding monkeys driven by the hunger inherited from their ancestral, bacterial first Cause
Of being in the middle of a planet's dirt, above and below the unknown, I laugh just because
It makes perfect sense in five ways or maybe six or seven Bevis' & Buttheads will do the due
Apemen scared of their shadows where brave girls fear to go, the News is the old H1N1 Flu.
 
In or outside of Twilight Zones, think about WHO in CHRIST y'all 're ingesting, a double talkin'
Upset with your #Mobster tactics of following the idiots & morons who lead to cool perdition
Operation of M.A.S.H. potatoes & muscles of the animals that run away from killers & corrals
Fascinating as it must be for the old ones who've become jaded by the monotony of my pals.
 
Want to do something all the time, every momentary lapse of reason a king's digs matters
Original sinning at the origin of stupid sons of bitches, I'm speaking of screwing God's dogs
Not only what my father transmitted but also what my mother received, a duty to get me in
To the stage where I'm pretending to be an Oscar winning actor, lookin' for the tails a' shakin'
 
Songs sung by anima, all=time GOAT's angels & the ilk including crows, mortal birds, blue sky
Singing out loud when I didn't want to, they were strangers in paradise, it's a fake god zend
By the by, miracles may happen and reality is impossible, probability that you suck is so high
Probability theory isn't both here and now but also there and then, past to future is present.
 
No, indeed, it's nothing more nor less than to be or not to be, the rest is prehistoric chitlins
Miraculous ends recollected in the university's biblioteque, a blood bath for the holy minions
Books of words, covered in dust mite stuff, page 1 to the final page flip, all mean It, Nothing
That is all of it, dirty water all dried up to set the stage for the finale, a fire song, I'm driving.
 
What's love have to do with it, just two or three feet in front of all souls, as long as it takes
Bizarre though it may be, it's all there is right here in front of our eyes, streaming the lakes
Great ones or lesser valued microbes & bacteria, all of It in a nutshell that digs corpse odor
Your angry eyes have seen their last hindsight but there's still foresight left to tie the score.
 
All of the grace and karma in retrograde from the A to the Z and back to the get go, we're off
To the race that runs counterclockwise to clocks of Time, imagining scenes in dead air space
Will to survive here and now forever or at least for several thousand years, ahistorical stuff
Only you will know and I may but will pretend to be ignorant and naive, an innocent face.'
 
Wise as the only one who has found wisdom and used it to survive in a hostile environment
Terra Ferma spinnin' the yarn from the beginning to the ending, nothing is what heaven sent
That's what we've got here and now, the spirit playin' games with the hunger for shock & awe
On being an innocent baby or old, experienced dog of war, it's all it's 7up to be, I see & I saw.
 
You are my soft and sweet like butter, fresh churned on mama's porch, I can't go back my son
All my daughters are still thinkin' that I died in an accident before they were born to your ma
Those are all your sisters and their kindred are your kin too, your BC proves your identity, so
Military and civilian ways and means to reestablish your roots, you're no orphan, saint or Ho.
 
Shots to us all, never to be drinkin' & drivin' trucks & cars, never drink one drink, in jeopardy
Little teams and gargantuan, single-cell amoeba and the inferior species, paramecium scree
Pumpin' the sounds through the tubes' audio clips of the week in general, a pandemic crazy
Figures didn't lie to your mother, she got pregnant & you were born lucky, river of the Lazy.
 
Permutations of the fractions less than one yet greater than zero, which is the nugatory nil
Vaccinated is actually a shot with a needle in the arm, a dose of disease to immunize a shill
Here's the argument for divine fear of death, it's a vaccination, a deep state stab in the back
Banned Dog-God #Hacker's breach of a kungfu space's force, CIA dead man's hand, we hack!
 
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, February 12th, 2021 Anno Domini @911 hours CST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

#NeedAFifthOnTheTenth #ChrisCrossin' #RareEarth #ChrisMcDonald


CODEX'S DIAMOND SIGNS, REMINDED SIGNALS, SCRATCHES OUT OF HINDSIGHT
You don't know like I know but you better get ready to move out the batter's box with a bat
Get ready for the run, you'll need food and protection, the home love you'll very soon discuss
Nothing left when you're on the run from the powers that be other than this muss and fuss
It's all about the movement of the First Cause of everything, the Singularity of a bull's scat.

Among the many there is always one in the crowd that causes others to follow, where it's all at
Movement of the bowels and the people comes out of the end the same way, all a buncha scat
It has always been that way, dead men and dead women left the Word, we chew the black gum
The plan is not yours and it's not mine yet the plan is set, we're the tools, Fi, Fi, Fo, gods of Fum.

Frequently during the millennia, every few hundred years an avatar rises from a virgin birth, haha
Made love to no man, yet the gods, the God who plays hide and seek with love, conceived a boy
Little baby boy Adam came from Nothing at all, not even a zygote at first, just Nothing, Void toy
Divine as it is, humane as we can be, thank the UFO powers, mighty angelic realm, bow to Ra.

Truth on stone tablets imprinted ala radiation burns of wavy lines, cross-crossed scratch of lasers
Or were the gouges of the sculpture on a flat rock, all that was possible for a will to be a mortal
Had a God here a long time ago & he or It said it would return some day before you die, Big Lie
Dig a hole six feet deep for what's left of one last breath, ain't no wings out of this Time's portal.

Space beyond one's eyesight is some hindsight or foresight but no ESP holy, infallible matrix
Nothing as a Void and everything else as all we know, categories of experience & magical tricks
Not only are you a result of a hooker's trick but also your grandparents and theirs, so, We Be It
Mortal sin is the making love to making baby boys and girls, that's the sin of the moronic idiot!

Murder in the miracle is that you don't know you're asleep in A dream, you think it's real funky
Wanting to play as a child does for an entire human lifetime is normal but we can't have that ilk
Teaching the children the Way, the only way they'll make it, cooperation & protection from evil
Mankind's kin for some reason RAN A PROGRAM with a moral imperative, accidental teat milk.

Sick and tired of the fear & loathing, good, evil & ugly sandwiches and hot soups have long gone
Walked around city sidewalks, up and down the railroad's tracks, no property for the public fun
Keep moving to pretend to be or not to be searching for something, a place, a thing or a person
I ain't prayin' and I'm just sayin' like my daddy said, "Here I come!"  Oh my God, I was so wrong!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, February 10th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 4:44:44 AM
{  Drafted listenin' to @RareEarth #GetReady for link @ https://youtu.be/o3Z8NU5ImK0 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, February 09, 2021

#FineLinesAndVintageWines


THE DEVIL REPLACED THE KINGS & QUEENS, DARK ANGELS ALWAYS WIN
Sprinkles of the backward slicks of burned rubber, back roads to perdition's final ends' old scores
Better than the movements of Time and the emptiness of Space, gone in through the outer doors
Run into you and all you've ever done before we met by accidental, involuntary intent of the Jack
On a lark and a few million dollars of gold and silver booty, #GOATs take it all without a sad sack.

Spell this word LIVE backward and it looks good for Doom's coincidental jailbreak of holy mates
Foes of the One and the Many who must move ahead from behind whether or not you get dates
From the teens to the elders of great parenthood, the Soul is a rocket-ship full of fool's fuel, genius
Yet, not only do you lack blind faith in the unknown but also you require O2 air on Earth breaths.

Created from an absolute, a nugatory, the rest is what it is without me here, now dive, dive, dive
Remedy for all that might be leading to the place in Space where my sweet love leads, by the sea
Reconnoitered in the Latin language, recording the good, bad and ugly who'll live & let me be alive
Last Cause of the Final Effect, beyond the Good, the Bad & the Uglier than you, twilight zone Tea.

No sagas from the past I never lived in, I wouldn't do any story justice other than my own you see
I've been filling in the blank spots before my conception & during my unconscious somnambulism
Comfort zone near pretty girls, marry them & let them move away from the only good thing, me!
I'm just playin' baby, you know how humble I am, so shy, don't give me that cold shoulder schism.

Morning or evening is the same, love of ready to fight to my death for your safety, so be happy
Nevermore to fear the worst that can happen, it's inevitable and nobody knows but holy pappy
One descended from the head apostle not the jealous one, a figment, a mirage, shot in the dark
Utter nonsense yet the #Fake works and you blow in for the touchdown, it's a walk in the park.

Descended from the conquering hordes of cowboys and Indians, spirits of the all too civilized Id
Visions come and gone in a New York Minute, a fabulous display of getting ready rip a supernova
Nothing you or I can do about the future or the past, the present is come and gone cuz, you died
ON the OFF buttons and switches, ma and pa, test-tube or passionate pleasure with a welfare ma.

Hit the jackpot after I loosened my load in Reno or maybe it was Sparks but anyway, blue traveler
Emotion and rationality mixed up right there at the crossroads 'tween o'er here and there of Her
She moves and wobbles, circulates around the source of being and cannot become independent
Nobody is free of egg One, source of your break to see even an iota, a squirt of twilight ZaZen.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, February 9th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while grabbin' ZZZZZZ's & awakening in a thick fog of uncertainty where the originality is the exact same thing repeated ad infinitum, slow hands, cool hands, maybe sweet invisibility.  Listenin' to the @PointerSisters #SlowHand & #Jump hits link @ https://youtu.be/dbk29JZdl5A }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?