#ricoSacto

Friday, February 26, 2021

#OriginalEnds #CreativeVoid #AteRumSoakedRaisins #DangerDrunkenJudges


FRIDAY SLAM, SON OF GOD'S SPIT, DOGS' GONE BYTES
Kickin' your mothers & brothers to the curb just 'cause  grandmas' sons were pretty, dead dads
So, big and little sisters of mine, of my mother and father or others' ma and pa yoyo & top fads
Common denominator and an infinite numerator divides and conquers the hysterical woke folk
Power in the hands of weakened #WarDead genetically inferior allele carriers of not to be woke.

Hire the best judge and jury that would use logic and reason to convict my body and soul to hell
My own people who fly up and down above the ground below you, can't see invisible smoke sigs
A puff means nothing if you can't see the smoke rise without the wind, without the rain rung bell
Which tolls for nobody but me, I ain't your teacher or your fellow #wokeman's probasketball bigs.

What I am is what I am and what you are is what everyone has always been, one's always my fun
A stream of shared consciousness with an effulgence of photons from our burning star, black Sun
It is All there is to me although to you and others there's More than That, cryptorize It, farts, see
Jingles some bells in the steeple, something to bang old chains upon hallowed grounds of coffee.

Compared to Nothing itself, wrap it all up in a cheese and bean burrito, wait until tomorrow AM
You will move it into the energy transformation of the gas to run your machine, then body slam
Down underground, poked & bled out by strangers paid to relocate your bones, option ash urns
In any case, on Earth or in a capsule sent to outerspatial Void via Space, COVID facemask burns.

Hurting with the pain and suffering inherited from the men and women who left us commands
I relieve the pain with the burning of the chemicals the Earth grew from the seeds of the weeds
Social convention has put the many at risk & now the few are in charge of transgenderal breeds
Excellence & superiority above and below the scum of the planet exhibits for morality demands.

You may not judge without enough information but you'll judge anyway, it's all way too humane
Jumping to conclusions takes less time to take care of it all, increasing the Time to be fake, benign
Thunder & lightening birth was the 1st light & closing your eyelids once more, brings Homer ends
All of us going to the same place, we ain't gonna think about that a lot, that God's dead offends.

Sucking more air than a professional hockey player blocking shots on goal to manage the score
A sudden death to play off a tied score, after three periods of an hour, Stanley's cup at the door
Empty or full of It, as above so below, the creator created the creation, it doesn't reverse a spin
Murder application when you are not fighting for your country, stalking a plethora of killer sin.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, February 26th, 2021 Anno Domini
{ Rollin' to #RollinSevensEveryTimeIRoll @DelbertMcclinton https://youtu.be/FNd0OMUPMR4 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, February 25, 2021

#AgainThisMeansWARtheBand @WARtheBand


 

THURMAN & HERMAN IN FORMALDEHYDE, CAWS BLACK CROW
Just a side salad for one main course, bananas & broccoli, mincemeat of a man-god-monkey
Slices of the cherry pie for dessert where' souls are on ice, Harvey Wallbangers, cool & Funky
Cool drunk every drink at the end of the weddings, got drunk at nine or was it ten to ten-ten?
Elder of the six in the clutch, always in mischief to salute the millennials, fire in the Void's den.

Miracles won't happen in the cold and dark space you drank since conceived in mortal sin
Wonder and amazement put you right where you have to be, in the shots of cool, sloe gin
They fizzed and then moved on down through the canals into the exit strategy of all of It
Graves won't hold the stench so we bury the residuals sixty feet down & under holy schit.

With due respect, the living leave the dead, forsake the dying as a recollected, dull point
That there's only one way up and one way down, no miracle involved, smoke a pin joint
In the buds or in the shake, hit that chit & hold it into the innocence of ignorant & gone
You, me & every other thinking thing animate the sticks and stones to break holy Tbone.

Hopeless in the black hole, no free will in there with just a sound like sucking out a womb
HOly place, deeper than the bottomless pit that has me at the center, an idea in a tomb
Speaking easy but it's gibberish to the academic intellectuals, the bullwinkles of the pope
Knowing it all because somebody told them to believe that It's true, fake news I do grope.

History is forgotten to cement the New Deals and the New Places in outerspace, as we fly
From nest to the hunting for your mother's father's incubation reason, alive in a great Lie
Truth is foreign to the chiefs and the indians, bacterial and viral infections cause extinction
Of you and I, the mice and the men who button down our collars, blab and yap origin's sin.

Common men & extraordinary women from proverbial Adam's & Eve's Void, purple microDot
In the middle of outerspace, lookin' back in the rear view mirror, it's golden, nobody got shot
Bottoms are up and the systems are all gone, everything's broken into a pile of dirty, old dicks
Where the egos and the ids merge, on the edge of the twilight zone, 88's play divine chopsticks.

It's what she said when he said nothing about anything, leave her alone, all alone, as it is, today
Before you arrived from the inside to the outside, cosmic comedy of the playing a neutron way
It's so white we call it milky, like a candy bar of sugar, chocolate and nuts to die for, it's so cruel
Stuff it down Herman's & Thurman's throats before they know it's in their formula of baby gruel.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, February 25th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 6:66 AMPST
{  Created from the Void of Matter, no Words express Nothing except these!  Inspiration of the @TowerOfPower #SoVeryHardToGo link on youTube @ https://youtu.be/t9BRqGpppJw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

#WhereIAmFrom #PogoSticks & #YoMama #RaceIsOn

WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 24th, 2021 Anno Domini
   <3 <3 <3

SLEEPING SINS, MAMA DRONES & CHINA SHAOLIN MONKS
Wells full of the H2O gas that will keep the Marxists and Stalinists extinct, as bad wolves eat pigs
Not only are you the pork for the BBQ but you also pay for the party, you & a morons cash purse
Every idiot other than us 'morons cannot fathom the depth of the shallow water, dive in for free
Time is when you recover your memory and recollect your final end, dead and gone without me.

Monkeys haven't evolved, same apes have been here since day One, it's so complicated after that
You and I just guess after we've read the words of foreign monks & nuns, never procreated life's It
Just you and I walk the walk and talk the talk, on a middle path to the Ends of an archangels' den
Or maybe they're not there, they never were there, it was all a way to calm down the crazy men.

I had a philosophy professor Ed Freeman of Wharton College, a practice of Karl Marx, Void fixing
Social structures need to be ripped apart and re-woke, marks my higher education of the woken
Hateful reasons to kill the genome, because it has evolved as a destroyer of the whole shebang
Plato and Aristotle and up to the Ouspensky and Einstein mental rise from ignorance to wisdom.

Eat the animals and plants, it's what these humans do, be just like them, improve your experience
Find the love in the emptiness where Nothing is Everything on and off of this planet, you are gods
All you'll ever get & all you'll ever know is Nothing, at One, as you feared, there are no immortals
Punks and wisemen mate and cause this, what you see is what they begot, at the feet of turtles.

Slow and a drag for the speed, sail away slowly but surely and ahead of the stern, you'll see It too
All of the light outside and inside of your and my heads, reproduced for the Black Star to explode
Moments away from the annihilation of the pre-existing order of things, the #Woke see their role
Economic philosophy, annihilation of Gold & God's wealth that is #LifeOnEarth, All there Is, Hole.

I will to be awake & suddenly, here I am, writing, typing the pretentious remarks of a cool widget
All Words to manage the Way to the final goal of this living and dying, running out of breath now
Gasping heroes groping for sounds that mean more than give me sex, food, sleep, drugs & water
Order of the planet's categories of Substance, a Matter of Energy, the Light I am, I got from Her.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, February 24th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 04:44 hours PST
{ #DemoncraticWays of the #UnMovedMover & the #AppleOfEve #BiteMeHard  drafted while listenin' to the mighty @TowerOfPower #Green #CarbonNeutral #NoFossilFuels #DinosaursKilled youTube link @ https://youtu.be/t9BRqGpppJw }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.