#ricoSacto

Wednesday, May 19, 2021

#InvokeTheFifth #DrinkAFifth #FifthAvenueSmack #GreatLakeSonOfCisco #ThisMeansWAR


ONE LONG GREAT LAKE RUN FROM #LSD TO HARLEM AV
Keepin' the beat to the rhythm and rhymes of the boogie woogie ain't easy when dead
So, pump up the serial success since you & I are the rising atoms of the superstar, Zeus
All you know and will ever find out about is here and now, present in the loins of a son
Of the infants and the defective human beings who procreate the essence of extinction.

It's as good as it gets when it's over, you get no second chances, it's all one & then done
Nothing you can say about it, it's the nature of this beast you occupy, air, land & the sea
Underground or in the outer space between the planets, moons and other burning gas
Consolidated into the gravitational collapse in utero, it's all finished except for the past.

Future will never be the Present if you expire the dream before it's time, no worries too
It won't make a difference to Mr. Sandman who won't bring you any dreams any longer
You will wake up even if you don't like it and want to use magic to cancel culture, I fear
Bag of tricks that are just a slight of hand and a diversion from the obvious, love is blue.

Around the soft outback and even right through the front iron gate, it's smokin' hot scat
Fished the lake until the swimming in a sewer of millions of wasted, a digested dirty rat
Time out and never wake up after that last night of layin' down on the pillow of feathers, gadfly
Up to the hilt where it can't go any further except piercing to the other side, twilight zone, I die.

Walked through and around the parks full of caskets buried four feet down below smoked grass
Headstones above and below the ground, across the avenue from the workin' stiffs still alive
Paid the piper cost after all it was 'pied' and there's no more cherry pie, do what you gotta do
Fruit of the vine will be the liquid spirit to make you laugh, cry, misunderstand and fight too.

After the post education, there's a tour of duty with a duration from a week to thirty years
In between your soul and the door of perception's broken window, there's a key to the Way
Way being the ultimate goal of every single living human of any continent's group of tweegers
Never give up, ignorance hurts those who would snuff fire out with their fingers, flame-on day.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Tuesday, May 18th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 1555 hours
{ Drafted in a heartbeat listenin' to myself, deep down into the bowels of the genome!  Ouch! }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, May 18, 2021

@USN S.E.A.L.S. @SRV #SRV #RulesForRadicalsBeaten #ThinkForYourSelfMorons #WaitWhat #RulesForRadicals @SaulAlinsky @HillaryClinton @DanBongino


HERE TODAY RIGHT?  GONE TOMORROW, SCAT RULES c. S.E.A.L.S.

I was conceived of in a hole, not in Jackson but in my mama, nurtured me away from my home
Up the hill, in foothills to the corn & wheat fields of the planet's golden continent of It, above
The creation of this world, this Earth full of Life, animated, rocky dust is the essence of Rome
You and your spirit are full of lead and gold, you will live and die with devils' evil-angel love.

I am runnin' on empty but my tank of chops is full of the scat that packed my school lunchtime
Punishment of the catholic school nurtured my blue and yellow light on my green house effect
Grown from a microscopic seeds left over from the Big Bang of Brazil, rainforests breathe at one
If and only if you're mortally wounded then you'll know and have the wisdom of mortality, son.

In the end, you and I follow the rest who've come and gone before us, orphans and heroes both
Way back when you were innocent, you didn't know you were in reality, guilty as charged Thoth
God that moved the unmoved mover is The One, The Only that sustains the matrix of dreamers
Your mama, your pops and everything else from one atom to the first two ancestors of Birthers.

Set your sails on your row boat as you go downstream to the riverbend's mouth, sharpen spears
Ready and get set for battle, strange men and stranger women want to take what you got, man
Far, far away from your hands & feet so that you forget you used to be all too humane, human
Flight of the extinct birds is over when it's over, life comes and goes, from where to where, OM.

Race of species' DNA and RNA created from the Big Bang of the Cosmos, all too cro-magnon ego
Psycho fighters in One unit of mariners, cracked nuts from their mothers and fathers that mated
Egg to man and woman then corpses of decrepit skin and bone, you got no wings, I'm no angel
No way to get away from the death of your spirit's soul, the ghost in the machine of mohair gel.

Gods and U.S.Navy S.E.A.L.S. KEEP the United States sacred, Freedom is not free, death is a cost
For giving up your freedom & your life for the love of your country of citizens chewin' the moss
In the middle of nowhere, in Space but in your apartment or house, hut or cave, you're the boss
Of Time in Space, birth to last gasp, a guess that you're Saved is wrong, all Man's gods are lost!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, May XVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini
{  Kicked out of my mind this AM, honor to my brothers & sisters in #SpecialForces, while listenin' to @Everlast #SongsOfTheUngratefulLiving link @ https://youtu.be/GGA9SrUca0c }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, May 17, 2021

#RoofOverMyHead #TentUnderHeavenDoom @LynyrdSkynyrd @RobinTrower @MollyHatchet #PrescribedBurnCalifornia @SmokeyRobinson

NOTHING'S MORE THAN BOOGIE WOOGIE, DOOMSDAY AD INFINITUM NIGHTMARE
Boogie to the woogie every day of the planetary revolution spin, in elliptical nonsense chit
Imaginary jobs of East, South, North and West and nothin' was ever gonna stop slo gin fizz
We boogied as long as our feet kept us upright, a bit difficult after Jack Daniels slammed it
I never thought it would come down to the haves and the have nots but boom there it is!

Brewed and aged as all the drink and food get pushed past our pie holes, go bury the hatchet
A being animated by the dead matter and living water of the Blue Marble, home sweet homes
Where I want to live forever but there's no way that's possible, mortality is the only trip we git
Birds can't fly any longer, fish can't swim & men can't be all too human, a regret to be bygones.

Junkies without all of the junk from junkyards' piles of junk in a chunk, planes, trains & my Tesla
Flyin' in the ether around the Earth's homespun dreams of an inhumane jizz dream of grim L.A.
No angels there, even the devils are all lived out backward and forward, this won't end very well
Earth'll quake, Earth will burst it's hydrogen & oxygen into deep space, in a drought, we all fell!

Infants come from Love and Hate, they live and die with blind faith, never knowing why I thrive
To the end of the infinite line where you lip a 'U' and move on to the last square of thirty-two
Game playing about being dependent on the monopoly of monkey's business, all too human
Easy gold from the mine, dripping like honey from the bee's comb, babies to corpses, insane!

Monolingual to protect the innocent in my hometown, everybody spent the boogie woogie too
No more rest for the wicked who left with my mother and father, a long, long time ago in view
Sad but beautiful therefore happy and ugly just because of geometric RNA/DNA recombination
Mask over your nose and lips so you don't look like a camel or a swine, just look all too human.

Wear your clothes to cover your naked ape bone frame, in 208 parts connected by rubber soul
Invisible Monday tomorrow wad just yesterday with the troubles of the so very far, far away
Monkey business going #BatVirus crazy, in a Wuhan lab or an underground basement in Napoli
Apes of the garden of Eden moving from obedience to revolution, slavery of mind's Imogee.

Ironed out the random Randos and pressed the grieving Eves into the fruit of the berry vines
A weird yet common denominator demonstrated the theorem and corollary of gold mines
Simulating the fragments of philosophy into an extension of the infinite time line's snake eyes
Rolled sevens and elevens util the cows came home, as they always will to the Key Lime pies.
 

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, May 17th, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 2:22 PMPST
{  Drafted from The Void listenin' to the #PowerOfPi link @ https://youtu.be/0wkkscG08So }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?