#ricoSacto

Sunday, March 06, 2022

@AllmanBrothersConcert & a cornucopia of blood, sweat & tears out the hippies & cowboys of the 2thousand-Teens & 2020's

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ROSEVILLE ROADMEN OF TENT CITY, A CROOKED GOLF COURSE & RAILROAD MORGUE
Stood straight up on the rocks to roll over & kick stones to the curbs of heaven & hell's dues
To live on cloud nine forever until the soul disintegrates into the Void, the Black Hole of gods
Don't shoot the messenger because the message is indecipherable, you need get really loose
All up to you & nobody else, no ma, pa, bro, sis, son, daughter, cousin, aunt or uncle hotrods.

Bunks both top and bottom, now have a middle finger stuck in a jug's bottomless black hole
Who gets more jacked up than the fat boys who got fed by the food stamps and herb dough
It ain't your fault kids, it's your absentee fathers and worse yet, the ones who stayed to Win
To Place and to Show was never enough for #1, in the mud, in the blood & the beer & a fin.

Ma and Pa won't help you behind the bars without your teeth, decayed bitin' on The Apple
Behind the mirrors and the hollywood lights, there IS a secret place you'll see soon enough
It'll come when you don't expect it, in the north or south, no hemisphere above or below It
Jacked up inside & outside of the whole shebang, ask a moron, ask an idiot, they know shyt.

Compared to the decomposition of the composition, your freedom mythology is on the Rhine
It comes out of the sun, the moon and the stars, it makes you dance & rock like a bum scum
Not my fault I play dumb, it's all anybody's got, rednecks & hippies get along on a thin Dime
Huntin' & fishin' growin' the moonshine to town, the sheriff is my Uncle, wave and drink rum.

Spun my rubber down into a deep rut, no way but the One Way, that's my way or a highway
Children's parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, friends & their enemies, it's wet mud in the sky
Fix up your locomotion for yourself & your neighbors, make sure they've got a get-a-way ride
Hard to walk fast enough when your feet are rotten by Jambalaya and Pine, dentist don't say.

Sweet or sour, hot & cold, soft & hard as the rocks under your pebble beach & deep blue sea
Full house with the aces over kings, can't be beat except a full house of hearts, hidden trump
Schizophrenia and paranoia are the symptoms of the Great Depression, real boys die like men
Girls and women wait and watch the Hollywood movie and wish, hope for the lives of the sin.

Where you get everything you want and need, anytime you want or need anything, It Is Done
As above, so below, the narrow way or the hard way, the One or the Many ways to the Scum
It comes out of the twirling whirl of the world, the spin and wobble of the leftover Big Bangin'
Sons and daughters of the dogs of war, bums just scarred pieces of planetary refuse, oh sons!

No Place here & now to run from the ones comin' after you, paranoia will kill you with a blow
Com se, com sa!  What's the problem with stealing & killing innocent people?  10CC's, my god
Women and men will always be there when the eyes lids stick wide open, holy mother of Ra
Rats and roaches crawled into the picture, below and above the stage of a surrealistic pillow.

To stay alive and awake, out of a jail pen of incarcerated, disobedient fools, junkies & pigeons
I get the blame, you get it too, nobody else is responsible for The Life you got, son of my sons
Plugs in 12-gauge shotgun holes that finished the job on my trunk's skin & bones, I'm all gone
Blood tracks of my conscious self when my brain bled to a deep purple override, I'm all done!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, March VIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted while listenin' to #LipsNeedLockin #SugarStirrin #KnockinBoots by @Luke_Bryan in a loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Ioz93bSi2uc }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, March 05, 2022

#Beats #Bonks #BumsOnHwy160 @AliciaKeyes cryin' #AintButOneWayOut #CantGoOutTheDoor #Sorry #HappilyMarriedMan #MightBeYoManIJustDontKnow @STYX

 
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EXTINCT PEOPLE ATE COLD CORNPONE & DRANK CUERVO GOLD

Don't shoot the messenger man, I began this dream, you know the one I mean?  You.
Meaning not me, you in the singular and plural sense, no nonsense, a sixth sense screw
As in the species' extinction or survival of the fittest, you got an advantage here & now
None of the dead and neither the aborted or born unborn faetuses are alive, yet I am.

Remember this my girls who came from the other men's loins, disguised as The Father
Hades just the same as the heavens above and below this ground of being, I Am A One
Neither of us will ever see the light of the revolutionary days in 3000 AD, so have fun
No choice other than all too human nulliparous function of the calculus, son, oh son!

Daughters care about the boys goin' off to war without getting the seeds of destiny
Embryonic or not, Earth's planetary orbit about the white dwarf or whatever Sun Is
Sonny boys and good, little girls goin' to L.A. or the NYC, forever same as never ever
Meaning of the Word, historical records of philosophies of wise women's sons' glee.

They thought that living meant nothing if you did not know why you screw the dates
That is the thing, without you, without me, there's nothing, no men or women mates
Guilty pleasure all inside of your skull, firing off the neurotic neurons, a spinnin' wheel
But one last thing, last gulp of the trip down the hatch, this trip was a grave old deal.

Disfunction of the heartbeat, it stops pumpin' the iron out of blocked ventricular dust
Ghost's recollection fade into deep space where At Rest is blind faith's departed rust
Big sister made me get on this one side and not on the other side, where UFO's park it
Changing the water into wine, it's better to drink and get high as cumulus cloud phqit.

Fussing with all of the microcosms on the edge of the twilight zone, you can't forget It
Fact is, you and I both know for certain that all of the dead folks you've seen are gone
James or Richard, fame & the fortune of the Word, the sound of the name, it's the chit
Of the queens who found the kings to punch the egg full of a mighty Word, cornpone.

Too fast to live and not young enough to die, you gotta be born out of the Void's first
Abort worm species' chance of survival until the Big Bang repeats as a collapsing dicks
Holy and black, deeper than the sea we know here and now, gargantuan bone hearse
Everyone & everything is at One or it's broken up into a Tequila hangover, A-bomb fix.

Lady luck has nothing to do with the myth that we're here, lucky to be the pillow fluff
Dreamin' something to do with being sentenced to hard time, here you are without fur
Love and the lack of it is all it's about, beautiful or ugly, inside you want the same stuff
What it is?  Feeling the care for another, the selflessness of being in love with another.

Or the loss of it all, last breath to breathe in & out, no more starshine, old news fakes
Gasp!  Caput.  Now then, beauty in the devil's disguise gettin' me burned at the stakes
Good day in shared Hades southbound lanes, Witch's Warlocks & me in a Fast Lane ID
Paid tolls, shots down in aborted flames, carcasses' souls' silver dollars & a #19 CoVid.

Gods' underground, above & below it, neither in nor of nor about it, a backstage pass
Yo' self is all there is, see you tomorrow but never again yesterday, it is all gone y'alls
My mistaken sight & sound present & moving until I can't be moved on, I am the last
Birth, Death, Infinity, it's a subway or a beltway or a skyway, home sweet home calls.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, March the Fifth, Twenty-Twenty-Two Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{  Fresh @AllmanBrothers inkblot merge with the Unknown listenin' to #SweetMelissa & #HITS of the gypsies link @ https://youtu.be/veBhBMfKOhc & #HappilyMarriedMan by @DuaneAllmanAnthologyVolII }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, March 04, 2022

#EyeDontGottaGoFeedTheCat #FidgityMidgets #WoodenChairRockin #JailHouseRock

69 RED LIGHTS FOR A HOMER STUD, A HILLBILLY DELUXE #WTFIITY
Whenever the dawn brings the enlightenment of the ignorance, it's alright to be cock-blocked
It ain't my fault the others didn't have an intelligencia mother & father who knew, son oh son
The Truth of the centuries before their birth was all logged in to the bibliotheque, folks rocked
World from baby bottles & potty training false flags is the way it is, logic's reason for treason.

Into the immaterial fog of war & material fantasy of the imagination, I go for a century or less
Nobody knows & most don't care to know that life for every living thing is transitory, confess
Black & White Russians punch drunk one after another, expresso shots & Vodka, Roll me One
In the flower beds of stone dead in the garden of Eden, apple tree's byte logos, fake Wisdom.

Freedom or not, an illusion or reality, don't shoot the messenger, must have eyes' wide slant
Psychobabble or clear & conclusive without a shadow of doubt, either way, you're gonna sin
Divine definition of disobedience to commands of the boss, the ruler, the captain, my captain
Format for the refutation of the maniacal is, looking into the mirror in the dark, I just can't!

Scared to be in the dark, alone with out my teddy bear that's not alive yet gets privilege, milk
No hind teats for the first to come and the first to be served, under a spell to be carbonic silk
Apes in mummified form turned to the planet's cosmic dust, as above so below, same ol' song
It goes a little somethin' like this... I got the dough some young guns to smoke/hit God's bong.

Cats with cool, blown horns' infinitesimal holes, full of bones & skin, strung-out on deadwood
Superior power fading away a favorite son's molecular structure of DNA, extinction's all good
Broken down to the absolute lowest denominator, point is .969333 Russian/USSR vodka high
All you can do is think about it CATS, Time's point in Space is moot, so get drunk, stomp & fly!

Polish off the oxidation from the surface and the platinum reflection of light would blind us
We'll never know what happens after we die, just like those who've already lived as a 7th son
Left over some confirmation before the depravation but that wasn't enough, t'was a big fuss
Argued over spilt milk, blood rashes on asphalt, BBQ'd pigs with hotdogs, all @69, it is done!

by
r j j  stephan, i  #WTFIITY
c.  Vendredi, March Fourth, XXMMII @ 111 PMPST
{ Drafted gettin' full of #Columbian & #CuervoGold & listenin' to @SteelyDan #Gaucho on link @ https://youtu.be/cvg5mbM6FGs  & @Mary_Wells loop #MyGuy link @ https://youtu.be/QZSPtEv6R7g & @Kid_Rock #AlaPhqnBama  @ https://youtu.be/Lib5Tk_giW4 }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?