#ricoSacto

Thursday, March 24, 2022

#CommonGround #GroundsForDivorce #FinishYourWhine then #YouShouldProbablyLeave #SayMyName

WHICH WITCH FOUND THE ITCH?  NOT ALL GODS WANNA DO-SI-DO
The day after I died did y'all raise a little hell on Earth, did you mourn God's present Id offense
No sweat, you got drunk and forgot about it anyways, therefore we'll move on to bitter Ends
At the points of no return, I've left the following instructions for the leftovers I left behind, ho
Compassion for the unfortunate, the ignorant, the innocent and the idiots who run the show.

Bewitched with a magic spell without a rhyme, without a wand to wave or a cute nose's shake
The cause of all of the effects I see in front of me is there, a First Cause is my conception ache
Gods atrophied and left the disinformation assumptions of the hopeless antimatter in utero
Deep Space unfound because it's everywhere else except where YOU are, you fascinating Ho.

Pork & beans, hamburger hoofs to heads keepin' the decomposition afloat, movin' the sinkers
In & out of the bacterial #CoVid19 virus farms both within & without me, matter of fact tears
Cryin' about all we are in the end, a cog in the machine, an atom of a molecular shape of zero
Supernova or black hole, either way we're located dead set in the middle of the roadkill hero.

Only you know like I know the thing itself comes before what the things exist, the form's idea
Nothing's 1st, then spontaneous life out of nowhere in Space, fire introduced onomatopoeia
On a mon uh pee yuh, it sounds like the word makes a sound, boom, tick-tock, & ding-dong
Yoyo ain't like that since it only goes up, down & all around, goes away & comes back along.

My self is humbled by the honor to serve & protect the weak and unprotected minor him/her
Created them and abandoned holy, infinite maintenance schedule to keep on knockin' Boots
Long way around or shortcut, always my way or the highway, Venus flies my ship's Jolly Roger
Hack-E-Sack kickin' it up and all around without a hand touch, head, up and down, evil's Roots.

Bobolinks and hobbits feeling the common human's pain and suffering, a worthy COVid19 ID
It makes perfect sense if it didn't before when you had insufficient data, now y'all know all of It
What it is to exist as a human being, to be conceived and will have become extinct, it's let's go
Meaning of a Void around a flat Earth is just as you assumed & imagined, a slow ride Do-Si-Do.

In the heat of the night and the frost of the day, struggle is all there is, there's no way out of it
Stay here & now for a minute & you absorb the energy by sunshine and masticating the dead
Things must move from beginning to end without a break, no pause, continuous momentum
Either you run or hide, all the neutrinos are gonna find The Way, He knows HTF to get home!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, March XXIVth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
{ #KissThis #FoulBalls #LowBalls #NoBalls & drafted while jammin' to the @O'Jays @DarylsHouse2016 link @ https://youtu.be/BzWRT-PAGQk }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
 
a miracle, spontaneous combustion

Wednesday, March 23, 2022

#ForTheSakeForsakenSakiForsoothe #SmoothGrooveSlideToEcstaticOrgasmicOneness @LouisArmstrongAndHisHotFive @LaurelAndHardy #TheFlyingDeuces


CANDYBARS, DONUTS & BEAT MEAT OF A SHIP'S FLEET

The fortnight's been calculated for the two weeks you've got left to exist on this star dirt bit
What you've been doin' since infancy and all through the solo bone flight through a play skit
Chipped away at your invisible imagination until there was nothing left but an old black hole
On a pogo stick or underground where the diamonds, rubies & sapphires rule, slapshot goal.

Lard or the invisible spirit-ghost smoke of the thin air that rises to the sphere's stratus Ends
Nothing before you were conceived is the same it'll be after you've survived & deactivated
All in the name of Love, Faith & the vain Hope that something or someone outside here cares
About the fact that we're multiplying like a virus in a devolving descent into the caput Dead.

I know & you know nothing about the Faith in tales handed down from illiterate invertebrates
Spiders, snakes, flies, mammals, plants from core to the stratosphere of planet Earth's sin debt
We all have begun the trip, the cruise upon this dirty surf bed that I love to deep dive for baits
Hung upon the hooks, going with the flow of the current, up or down from the blindest dates.

Only you & I know what the fair game is since we've created the rules & laws of Monkeymen
I pack both a bag & some heat while I pack the court with my justice on high, on the downlow
Like you were, your brothers, uncles & aunts were and all of y'all still are until the ending Zen
Deep down, for the last Time in this microscopic Space, I be the God Am I a clown candy men?

Barkin' up the right tree since there's only One, single tree of knowledge, an aces high wisdom
Royal flush ace high or just a pair of deuces in a sluice box without being a winner, loser dumb
Great pretender Butch being a Margie for the mix of DNA if and only mutation is natural select
Program that can't be amended after the conception of the data, counter-evolutionary insect.

Here's a salad to toss, a cornucopia of altarboy inter-conjunctions, God's Earth, bein' grooved
Transformation of the grim reaper's leftovers, in cadavers' cartoons, animated beef, T-boned
Stocks up, Oils up but will someday cease & desist, stone silence leaves nothing to be proved
What it is, eternity sucks hectic life/wind out the Void, everyday awaiting God's SHIPS, stoned.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, March XXIIIrd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Jammed out the Void while hooked up with the @SantanaIII link @ https://youtu.be/amEer__zXdE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, March 22, 2022

#PlayedByPlayers #CheckmateKingQueenOnFire #SharpDressedMenInHardRock #PutMeInCoach #JokersWild


SO, HOOCH IS EVERYTHING & #PI NEVER BLINKS 3.14

In a philosophical quandary, you argued for the presence of red mud
Rational deduction allows for the probability that Nothing is certain
Nothing like the finite or infinite matter decay, the impossible's a sin
Matter can create & destroy it All, a divinity's ghost-rich DNA blood.

As the men and women who have left the gravitational pull of scum
Appreciation for invisible things taken for granted out of nowheres
Here and now, then and there the same thing happens, ad infinitum
Pundits and idiots compare notes and arrive at identical Yogi bears.

Nouns & the subjects-objects they name, stand for places & things
Pronouns stand for the reference to the possessiveness of the self
Calling it or her or him, we all, everyone of us, live 'til the bell rings
Pinnacle of success is taking One final gasp of gas, smokin' TopShelf.

On the top or the bottom, the look is to the center, same old story
You wake up, you stay aware of the body's need to survive, you rest
Unconscious or not, Mind rest is a necessary condition of efficiency
What I am is what we all are, evolution's story, lucky to be a guest!

Used to look sharp as a tack a long time ago, six decades bein' a tool
Eventually we all gotta go and I'll leave the planet surface kickin' a boot
Scootin' or knockin' 'em, I won't stop until my last gasp for gas, It's cool
Nefarious and undercover, it's a spy vs spy high, the joke's on me too.

by
r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, March XXIInd, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{ #JustOneMoreThing drafted this while jammin' to @JohnFogerty & @BillyFGibbons #LookinForLove link @ https://youtu.be/lAOKwD0gabU }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?