#ricoSacto

Monday, January 30, 2023

#sicknessOfSpandex @ParableOfParabolas #SicknessUntoLife #HealthyCorpusDillectus #BigBudsBug


parable VERTEX & DIRECTRIX high fOCUS’ latus rectum of PARABOLAS
Alternate your generator from the current to feature the wave or the slipstream
Hangin’ Ten while surfin’ on the New World’s disorder, Stewie’s whipped cream
Required for the iced yet not frozen stiff, a mouthful of that sugar & you will sigh
Miracles may or may not be in your future and you may not believe it, God’s high.

Metamorphizes your soul on ice into the leader of the chain of fools into the king
Of the mice and the all too human offspring of Adam, Eve and the lightening sting
Just an accident of being in the right place at the right time, happy face on avatars
Mean with the blue hue or a purple haze pouring from a cloud nine’s uptown bars.

Out of the military, missing in action, killed in action, prisoner of the war on peace
Punch in your own face, two or three times the normal force, at sea, lost the keys
Ship I sailed on could not be sunk by the almighty ocean, my will power made a pie
Every fruit & meat inside of a holy flower crust, pudding too, it’s my mood, oh my!

I beat myself up because nobody else can, nobody will, I am as invisible as a ghost soul
Where & when you began in concept, minimum two random minds in collision of dough
Matters not one bit that you can smash yourself harder than your moms’ or dads’ fists
Junk is the manufactured elements combined to addict the hearts & souls to evil bliss.

Brutal to be innocent and fully compliant to direct orders from ne’er-do-wells yet killed
By bats and blackjacks smackin’ all 208 bones, 100 muscles plus or minus, blood filled
Flight of the bananas from the tops of the trees to the mouths of the apes, it’s over, eh
Barren females of eventually here and gone males and any other recombinant RNA/DNA.

Thanks the gods or just One God off of this planet’s surface, most claim above & below
Welcome all of this strife and struggle to survive, learning ABC’s & critical economic low
Being poor to begin with and never likely to dig any way up and out of the dark, holy end
Heaven? Come on man! Hell? Come on man! Fear the Fear itself, Goddess’ Zen friend.

Whispered words I couldn’t hear and now can’t repeat regardless of the hopes & dreams
Remember the recollection only a moment prior to the gasp and gulp of the love’s finale
Scared yet brave enough to enter the arena of hungry lions & feral tigers of a naked king
By a stretch of the imagination, you sucked hind teat when I knocked you out in the ring.

Milling around the continents, the smoke signals disappeared before the message’s blog
Something about nothing at all that attracts the attention of the beings’ all high on a hog
Eating plants & animals to stay alive, it’s what all fauna does in every galaxy’s revolution
Atoms, photons of photosynthesis ala electron, proton & neutron in orgasmic venial sin.

Ape-men look at the chimps and other apes as simple minded, nearly all too human ilk
Not to be eaten, that monkey meat, dead muscles of the primate not OK, only 4 legged
2 legged only if a bird or anything inhumane, not so human, kinda like the evil boys’ crew
Girls raised into the women who behave as trained, as are the dogs of war, dead lead do.

High sticking is a penalty in any hockey game unless it’s unseen by the referee who blinks
Eyes wide open sometimes close a second or two for some shut-eye, that’s Time, me thinks
Nobody taught me the ABC’s in any other language, American English after the native steal
Incorporated the Franco-Anglo Atilla the Hun causes of the effects, civilized food, good deal.

Reform school for the uncooperative to discipline against the ego, kill will for your own good
Must be a problem for the low IQ supervising part of the herd, it ain’t a problem for the brood
They all are like you and your kin, don’t like the ugly or things that stink or taste like bull scat
Fun like you had when you were innocent and not able to feel guilt for tasting a Covid19 bat.

Lower underneath the synapsis where angels fear to go, I’m all in Hollywood, on a blue screen
Furnished the furniture in the 40-room mansion, from cellar to top floor in the tower of power
Luck has nothing to do with anything, all intent of the will to power, survivin’ on smoked flower
All want to nudge you deep down inside, they control that impulse, I’m inbred gods blue-green.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, Janvier XXXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Jammin’ to @TheStylistics #YoureAGenieInDisguise on link @ https://youtu.be/gLo8tQ0vIxo }

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Sunday, January 29, 2023

#KeptSimpleForTheSTOOPID #HeyBaby


PLAYOFFS

A HERD’S holy WORMHOLE, DNA’S WHOLE SHEBANG, Superbowl LVII SOUL

My mask of disguised skull and crossbones in all, 208 functional bytes of bitcoin
For nobody alive and nobody ever to be alive, there’s the history of the gods’ Sin
Come over to the language deficit and recover the unfathomable junk of the monks
Used to write it down on the stones until the trees were sliced into invisible chunks.

What we all have here is the failures of the apes to swing to musical dissonance’s ilk
Rhymed or just jumbled sounds meaning the same as they did before the Word, milk
Without the nurturing liquid, we’re gone, all of us finished and not even a wink & nod
Big or small ideas all add up to the calculations that even an idiot could repeat, oh god!

Idiots are everywhere you look, in and out of your family & our circle of friends & foes
Move ahead, forward or backward without a jump into another dimension of Time woes
Enough’s enough and too much is too much, a smear on the mothers of us all, labor love
Given with a simple understanding of why, a male & female made others below as above.

Endorsed into the hard knocks of life, an introduction to the body & soul’s hard rocks
Other than the dirty & hard, there’s the clean & soft, we got that Roxy music in socks
Magnets of TNT put everything in it’s place, dust in the wind, blown out atoms of Eve
Commonly complex as x, y & z, it’s a revolution of God, light & death, quantum Steve!

I’m waggin’ my proverbial finger in your direction but I’m lookin’ far past you loaded
Freaks of the natural order of things we’ve named the random sound of fire in the hole
I’ve cast my lines and they were as hard as softer rocks, lured in the lunkers’ I trolled
Saddled up for the season of hunting & fishing preparing for the old man winter soul.

Freaking 208 bones is all you’re gonna get for free, some of the whole bodies are lost
In an abortion or a miscarriage of the Justice which we all know is a ham sand witch
Flyin’ inside the dimensions of Time & Space, with or without one high, third evil eye
Periodic millennia demand a beginning of Space & Time, an ending, high e-god sigh.

Calculating the function of the inequality to species which are the food for carnivores
Mothers and fathers consume themselves until the dissolution of fat and bloody skin
Barbequed over hot flames of a manzanita wood fire, ready for the marshmallow twig
Y’all been singin’ in the rain, lost in Space with no Time outs left, bottoms upto yo’ wig.

Freedom’s concept of Liberty isn’t free of charge, you gotta pay the piper & get pied
Inside of the crust or upon the surface of the thing itself, it is atomic mass, gods’ lied
Everything in a nutshell is the crux of the matter, then & only then it’s comin’ to roost
Birds of a feather flock together as gangs in gangways do what they do, all chicks lose.

Dreams filling in the vacuum of light where Nothing resides forever without chaos’ Id
Being that I am, the One & only First Cause of effects, other-world ‘s throne, back seats
Invisible & omnipotent like an alien in a UFO, no proof in any chocolate pudding pod
Barely one in a million yet at One, already gone like a ghostly head, chimera big teats.

Knuckles bloodied in a bare-fist fight, a spirit lifetime, I couldn’t see my opponent’s face
Yet evidence of pain and suffering from the lethal blows was apparent, leather got laced
Dichotomy or at least a fortunate dilemma prevented my jive ass’ death march to #Hell
Admittance of one & only one stiff, no friends or family allowed, gonna ring s-hell’s bell.

Here’s what I know in a nutshell, it’s empty like a black hole in outer space, at one Void
Now only you know what I know, nobody will believe you if you tell them the Truth too
Enjoy the ride, it wasn’t for me to say what I said but there, I said it again, word up, out
On being here for the constant speed of light, burning star, sunny daze of night, I shout!

BY
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, Janvier XXIXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini #Call911

Saturday, January 28, 2023

28 GOODYEARS BEFORE A HUNDRED WARS IN THE GHETTO 'MERIKA #WhackedToBACKEE

THREE WAR DRAGONS FLYING & DYING

Minimum of the wages, to war without a battle, to be or not to be extinct in bee hive's honey
On the points there are stabbings of the things that bleed out in five minutes of moon-sun tea
Asked me if I wanted the belt to teach me to be obedient to the direct orders of the superior dog
In the hunt where the cats all go for the scraps left over by the hunters of prey, pure gogmagog.

In a whirlwind, a maelstrom of atomic electrons, neutrons and protons pretend to be the gods' ilk
All they ever wanted was to be alive on Earth, to pay restitution for the myriad of invalidated milk
From the teats of mothers who didn't even know their fathers or brothers, nor their own egg-semen
Nobody saw it coming right out of the blue, actually pitch black, lookin' like a trap for evil, live men.

Interest over a hundred percent in the ways and means of the committees that come down hard
On the babies abused and their offspring idiots who toe the line, follow the rules of the holy bard
Wrote the bible and the encyclopedias of the wisdom and knowledge of terrestrial animation's kill
For the food and drink at the party, all you get is what you bring and share, take an LSD acid pill.

Theree's a disconnect from the engine that drives the motion of the ocean's sand forward & back
Gods above or below are a #NoShow for the end of the dream when eyes bleed consciousness' sack
Who you were and always will have been is the bag of bones' in body, in soul, for you to get to know
Leaving it behind once you immerse your modem into the time and space of a pointed, cupid arrow.

It is done, all at once or little by little where nobody notices anything, as a blinded third eye does
No black lights or neon mutations of photons are left over as the Void becomes everything's fuzz
Dreamland in your & my heads, ends in a fade away shot at the end of the game, no harm or foul
Green, red & orange between the black and blue of the Void, the One, inside your mind, I'm a doll!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, Janvier XXVIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST

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