#ricoSacto

Tuesday, December 28, 2021

#TriedToFindTheLongTimeComin' #TwoStiffsAndACorpseWalkIntoABar . . . #Chief & #Miranda #LittleRichardo

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Two Clever Uncles Skating to the Beat
A Short Story
by Rico Shea Stephano

Simon Lennon looked at the bloody Airplane in his hands and felt puzzled. He walked over to the window and reflected on his Mob Rule surroundings. He had always loved Ghostown Hangtown with its helpful, homeless Hanging Man Storefront. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel puzzled.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rico Trotski. Rico was a Trustworthy fairy with tall lungs and short teeth.

Simon gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a Brave, Suave, WHISKEY drinker with blond lungs and husky teeth. His friends saw him as a gigantic, gentle gnome. Once, he had even rescued a bad COVid19 virus from a burning building. But not even a Brave person who had once rescued a bad COVid19 virus from a burning building, was prepared for what Rico had in store today.
The blizzard teased like flying pigs, making Simon jumpy.

As Simon stepped outside and Rico came closer, he could see the gentle glint in her eye.
"Look Simon," growled Rico, with a Trained glare that reminded Simon of Trustworthy cows. "It's not that I don't love you, but I want Internet access. You owe me 9643 pesos."
Simon looked back, even more jumpy and still fingering the bloody Airplane.
"Rico, meet at Starbucks Coffee House," he replied.

They looked at each other with relaxed feelings, like two homeless, homely hogs jumping at a very virtuous funeral, which had ROCK music playing in the background and two clever uncles skating to the beat. Simon regarded Rico's tall lungs and short teeth. "I don't have the funds ..." he lied.
Rico glared. "Do you want me to shove that bloody Airplane where the sun don't shine?"

Simon promptly remembered his Brave and Suave values. "Actually, I do have the funds," he admitted. He reached into his pockets. "Here's what I owe you." Rico looked worried, her wallet blushing like a rough, relieved Racecar. Then Rico came inside for a nice glass of WHISKEY.

THE ENDπŸπŸ‘Œ { #FreshWordGeneration } copyright December 2021

#CheapSeatsBehindAPOLE #Cher #GregAllman #SteveWinwood #ShotgunBetty #BubbaSparx #AlexanderKing

MUCH MORE COWBELL FOR ME & MY KIN, TROJAN DEAD HORSES, YOYO!
Congames take a lot of time to perfect so you can scam & escape without detection
Board of Directors have their Boss, no identity or location in Space and Time, it's a sin
Yet, the inexplicable is reality, on a burned out ball of dirty star stuff, a petri dish sun
A star's acid recombinant forms of life and it's inevitable ending, pray it don't happen.

Open the ears & eyes, of course it's too far to smell, taste or touch, God's a joker, son
It's you that's not in on the joke, you are indeed one of the jokers, there are too many
The revolution around the elliptical, gravitational collapses of Time warped Singularity
Get ready to see the naked Truth for what it is, wo-men who want to foul up The One.

Zoom to the end of the line, it's a finite, thin One that can't stop moving in cosmic love
Compassion for our sworn enemies, they wanna do their wills' bidding, below or above
Angels or red, white and blue devils or the matrix of their universe, can't make this up
What happens in 2051 when I'm 100 years old that year, 30 years from now in stirrups.

Common ground above the stratosphere and at the middle of Earth's core, molton lava
Hot liquid rock rollin' down from volcanoes to the sea, up river, up country mocha java
We all read about it, that we need or want it, give me some water without poison ink
Forms from virus, bacteria and the conglomeration of shapes, creation's accident stink.

Idiots mocking the morons and vice versa, ad infinitum without a schism in Time's lines
The calculus is clearly a function of the genome, imagine a stick & ball construct of God
A holy punk who hung out on the corner full of orphans from the orphanage's enzymes
Some girl, some woman, some sister, mother or daughter didn't know, bleedin' blood.

No joke without a punch line to laugh at or at least appreciate the humorous half backs
Who catch & run with their balls in hand, don't bounce straight up or down under sacks
Sad but true, we're all gonna die, depressed or happy as a lark, matter & energy voided
Collapsing an expansion of atomic nucleii, eyes wide open in the tower of Ho, Undead.

Punks & thugs populate One's genome of orphans, motherless children, girls' uptown
A sharknado will twirl around 'til the graves shovelled dirt on jaws full, it's goin' down
I lost my smell, lost my bad taste and I can't feel anything because my skin's frozen so
It's 32 degrees & I'm as cold as the ground of a red dirt road, frostbitten as my toe, Joe!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  FREEZEMBER XXVIIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 7:11 AMPST #MardiFat!
{ Die, live a day or 300,000 nights on Earth, it's the same old song it used to be, jammed this out listenin' to #MoreCowbell & @SteveWinwood #Valerie in a loop @ https://youtu.be/cbKNICg-REA }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, December 27, 2021

#NewYearDay @U2 #MedicineMan @Keb'Mo #ForLandSakes #HolyJake

VIRGIN BORE ME IN HOLY OUTERSPACE, WINGED ANGEL SEX GOT SPENT, KEEP THE CHANGE
Continued past the function of indoctrination and post secondary desegregation in sin
There's nothing left in the middle but the punks from the neglected ilk of dysfunction
Pumped up gas into fools who speak pig latin, ou-yay now-kay hat-way I ean-may, eh?
Why you always on your period?  Then suddenly it's beyond War, crazy fools & dogs.

Spice out of reach, dry dust devil's dead roots created The End, Supernova fired buds
Brought in from the random hemispheres to the equator on Pacific Oceans and Isles
Real world won't stop hasseling you and me until the force within breaks free of tiles
Matter and its forms of It are all there is, on a UFO or in a casket like all Elmer Fudds.

If & only if you believe in magic will this assist this #Fix-Is-In clown show, all's dead
Screwed on though a virus & amended a DNA code, The Fittest overunnin' all scared
Old & in the way as if the young could handle the survival of the civilization all alone
Logic & reason are not only required to be known but also to be used by every clone.

Know something unknown by anyone else & it will remain unknown, owned the 'x'
Figure it out and keep it quiet in here & out there, not everybody needs to know It
Secret out in the open for anyone to read, see and comprehend, got a million 'likes'
Killed the free speech behind clenched teeth & a sucking sound, gonna break dykes.

It's obvious that you want to peel off your loose skin, to beat the drum of a Tom-Tom
Form of gods, form of all too human duality, half angel, my dad, half woman, my mom
Don't shoot the messenger man, get to know the Truth a bit better & elevate rockstone
Greased to slide back & forth, to & fro, lasts longer without friction, a conceptual bone.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  FREEZEMBER XXVIIth, MMXXI Anno Domini @ 3:33 PMPST
{ #TwoForOneDay jammed while bein' programmed by UFO's & listenin' to #MedicineMan @Keb'Mo link @ https://youtu.be/MfNpa372t-Y }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?