#ricoSacto

Monday, June 27, 2022

#StinkStankStunk #ItsAllOverNow #WhatDoYouKnow #UFOidentity #eyeThreeFooFighters #Bumps #Junks

FOR THE SAKE OF 'THE ORIGINAL ROLL' ON UPTO A HOT TIP
Mob ruling the kings and queens, princesses' fathers and mothers by sheer luck, born to run
From your home town to the foreign country, mankind is the food for thought, it's divine fun
Monks, apes, ghosts and this plethora of cause and effects of the Origin, First unmoved, Ma
Father not required for the nurture, only the germ is under control by a climax of the Papa.

Secret fish swimmin' in & out of Time & Space, in & out of the swarm's school of adult swim
Formula to conjure up the magic dust required to change direction from south to a north sea
From the place in Space you find yourself, look away from that to the unknown dark shadow
It follows you whereever you go, it's ahead or behind you depending on the trajectory, OMG.

Bulls & cows had a very good run, made the fight for freedom from being food for thoughts
Conscience and the psyche combined for the whole shebang, comin' down from a madman
Feeling nothing but the fright and disbelief  within the mind, seeing unbelievable fish in a pan
Fried like the brains awash in the LSD & MDA to scramble the Truth, data crash, a dumb man.

Nuclear warheads will cause the Earth to atrophy and return to the consummation of stardirt
Implosion after the explosion causes the empty Void's presence, nothing to see, hear or feel it
Present, past and future all constructs to explain the all too human divine entity of a dirt hell
What happened, recollect the Truth, say MUD out loud, gods' pride-proud, I Am Man & I Fell.

Bums and junkies are all that's left before the final chunk of reality, like scat, hits the fanatic
Contraction & expansion of the empty package, leaves nothing but a silent hiss, good & sick
Wisdom of the world left over on leaflets & in the minds of the progeny who forget about it
Perfection and dissolution of matter merge into the one cell, collapsing Singularity, Oh S#yt!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, June XXVIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 333 AMPST

{ It's a matter of an LSD form in time for the supper, lunch and breakfast to be recycled back in  realm of invisible nothingness, drafted while listenin' to #CoastToCoast @GeorgeNoory to be or not to be link @ https://www.coasttocoastam.com/ }

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

Sunday, June 26, 2022

#Triplicate @Bob_Dylan #SentimentallyYourJourney

SOUL VITAMINS' HOLE-FUNK, ROLLIN' STONED & HOLY
Even Uncle Sammy & Auntie Annie knew the answer but wouldn't give up the Ghost
Extinction in utero,  gods' clouds that needed to be wiped out alive, sought evil at cost
As it is, as you were, it's the same as it's always been, infinite ID of extinguished rituals
Nothing to celebrate with Tennessee whiskey, bad or ugly meaning crossbones'  skulls.

Yankees were doodling on paper before they knew how to make the cheat-cheat cribs
To get the A's & B's to enter the Ivy League of sports & intellectual prowess' baby bibs
Tripping along the sky of the blackness, appearing blue due to the blockage of the flow
Photons, protons, neutrons & the electrons of the beautiful forms of humanity's show.

Both above and below the causes and effects on the Human Race's best is yet to come
Gone away from the beginning of the race for all of the marbles, black mollies all gone
Swam away from the school and entered the twilight zone, too small to shuck & jive
Out of the gene pool's DNA, it takes two to divide the host, germs ain't dead, it's alive!

Vitamins and minerals from the center of this terrestrial anomoly, 3rd stone of a Star
Always comin' back for encores, even if you're too smoked to feel the tokes anymore
Since the #ByeAndBye is always there in theory, as it might be, we talkin' Ahab's Arabs
Best shot at Life's meaning, the gist of games people play in places with things' verbs.

Sang songs, preached the rhymed and reasoned words of subjects & predicates of Sin
Meaning that there's no luck, it's all about the errors and guilt and the paybacks' skin
It's in the game with your skull and bones, secret spells, to start over ad infinitum One
Never a Many ever again like it was when y'all forgot about it at the Pain of Birth, son.

Your precious love is what makes the gold shine and shows the way to the alpha Sun
Star burst out of the Milky Way's signals and signification of the Way to Be, Way to Go
From first gasp of gas to the final unkept gas swept out of the wise & foolish holy tomb
Millionaires and paupers all go, kings, queens, hobos and bums, there's a lot of Room.

Set around in that green circle at the kintergarden realm of the public instruction to be
Or not to be, that was the question before you knew about the play on the Word, see?
Shakin' the sphere to get the content to produce more of the same, becoming a toad
Prince sings, plays purple chords oe broke halos' trails, a happy ending on a back road.

Fiddle away your Time on Earth like your kin has done since day One, before you die
Get the scum and slime off of the glass so you can see the subjects and objects to fly
Above and below, it's all the same, you can't see it through the trees, there's a forest
Deep woods & unseen, hidden from Wild, Innocents to be on E Street shuffle's best.

There's no possible way to predict the conclusion of this fight for survival's end game
What is left of the spirit that floats your boat and gets the consciousness to give it up
The ghost came into the skin and bones easily, without effort, conceived in the Void
Reentry back into a grave matrix, the Beautiful, my gods, fly away, bloody hemmoroid.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, June XXVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1212 PMPST
{ Stared at aquarium Black Mollies AQUARIUM swimmin' to the @Chris_Stepleton #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/d2x254mCOvs }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
 
SWEETENthePOT

Saturday, June 25, 2022

#CONCERT2NIGHT #Bob #Fools #WiseArseFarmersAndThugs #HellWillFixIt #AsItUsedToBe @RobertAllenZimmerman

SILENT KISSES, DREAMS, REPRODUCED PURPLE HUES

Scorn works the crowd, never love your sister or brother like your Self, a demigod ball
Without you, without me, no magic works, nothing even exists without you and us all
We're a series of accidents that provided One ghost for a trivial pursuit of a demon kin
Lonely or being top of the world's happiest human being ever, bunk beds of mortal sin.

Accident or intention from First Cause to the last sweet heart in a dump like this
I know you know that they all know what we all know, it's a joke, it's a prank fizz
Divinity rhymes words with the music's scales that rank flesh & blood, I pocololo?
Seedless, weedless drill sergeants that run dozens for Colonel Klink's, giddyup, go.

Common denominators' numerators, fallen ones stretchin' into an empty, holy void
Nanometers & parsecs from one extreme to another bull-snake's eyes I'm to avoid
Punks, confused young, fatherless children who taught us to give it to 'em good, lord
Dot matrix Black Void, nothing but Space & Time, movies move one unmoved Word!

Men of peace and love, long hair fell out & left them older and bald, head's cut a jib
What I am is what I am & what you are is One and the same, use propositional logic
God's damned fools in the calculus function trying to make it to the end without dyin'
Magic spell of the sounds, voices blowin' hot air out of the hellfire deep in Adam's rib.

Costume and masks to hide the calcium of the starburst, skulls & crossbones, my son
Spanked or disciplined by the iron fist, as above, so below it goes on forever, it is fun
Opposite of the good times are the Time of your life, perception, contemplation above
Below a heavenly being, a white trash happy ending, twisted Earth's Ironic core Love.

Response to the sun blowing it's cool and becoming as hot as a million Mercury atoms
Smoke rising above and below the whole shebang, it's not my problem on Highway 61
I'm on California RRte #49 with or without @BobDylan.com or a gang's foolish moms
Rain came after the windstorm and carried the cells of moms and dads of a Fool's Son.

Predict the ending, not knowing the beginning but here and now, nevertheless, Spaced
Out to the ends, a solar system's galaxy and beyond to the end of the Universal I, Zed
Ruthless, no mercy for the fanatic's desperate prey, between skin living & the holy jive
Mother, Father, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, cousins & friends, buzz in the bee hive!

by
 r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, June XXVth @ 757 AMPST

{ Drafted while listenin' to @BobDylan 2022 LIVEOakland, California. 11 June, 2022 @ https://youtu.be/wrrPZU_-jjA & ON TO THE CONCERT TONIGHT IN SACRAMENTO'S MEMORIAL AUDITORIUM, ROADIES ROLLIN'! }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.? 
#YANKEE-doodle-DYLAN