#ricoSacto

Sunday, February 26, 2023

#AbsurdDataSentToPlanetEarth #StopCorruptionOfDATA #SpellTRILLIONS #SolarProbe

AS IT HAS ALWAYS BEEN,  FOREVER OUTSIDE THE INSIDERS

Saturn devours it’s own rings and has no waste, eating with no out house dumpster garbage
It’s nothing personal that your parental influence were plastic diaper changers, olden daze
When the toilet water was both the waste water inside of the louver but a hole down below
If you live inside of the holy outhouse, your judgement is flawed and a ticket to extinction, go!

Whether you like it or not, you’re either on a moon of a planet, a star’s system or galaxy Void
Highly unlikely that you’ll ever know that your portion of the universe is everything, you android
Nothing personal, DNA does what it does, you do what you because of the random program’s @pi
3.14 is indeed the key to the lock of the secret, invisible door behind the infinite’s truthful, big lie.

Giants and midgets have nothing to do with anything other than your dream states of mind
Making the details more clear for the near-sighted who find the impossible watermelon rind
On the table, on the plate & down the gullet where it’s metabolized into the mortality scree
Body of 208 bones and the spirit’s subatomic force is what I am, what I was & always will be.

Castle’s magic between the empty space’s equation e=mC2 slivers and chunks of the demigods
Big Bangs and Plasma Technology fill the holy spirits’ of science and philosophy, theoretic clods
Trampling on the facts of life that your father never knew because no grandfather ever shed light
Upon the First Cause of the sensory perception between two ears of the skull & crackin' bones.

Carbon Monoxide & Dihydrogen oxide and Stephan’s quintet of Neptune’s dark region, Triton’s breach
Where the journey began through pre-civilization and it’s implant dissolved into the mud and blood
Not to mention the beer, the ale and the spirits in bottles, cans, glasses, mugs, steins in the ‘hood
Where your mother, baby brother and big sister didn’t even know your father yet he came to teach.

Inside of the DNA and RNA they carry within every single cell of their Self they call a name, Word up
From underneath the dirt buried over the ancestral bones and blood & underneath the sailor’s sails
Neither Paul Bunyan nor Davy Jones were for real, they are legends to learn from the fictional tales
Rising up above everything you’ve known, preconceived notion of Stephan’s Quintet, it’s a full cup.

Java or vindictive madness of the 17 year old fool who adjusted to nothing but the inner trauma
Of being born a man or a mouse, human or vermin is the luck of the draw, life has no holy agenda
Yet, that’s the way love is baby, that’s the way it goes when you’re down here on the grounded air
It’s LIVE & it might be prerecorded without you being aware, so be a holy pretender, say a prayer! 

Magog, my goddesses who taught altar-boy tricks about the train’s whistles & hummers downwind
Up yonder too, there’s nothing excluded since everything’s all about One Word, the Hum of Wind
Howling or just blowing the hatches off of your organic space ship, I hear it whistling Dixie, singin’
Wishin’ you were back there in the Southland or not, it’s all about Sweet Home Alabama tuning.

You’ve got to turn-it-up, high volume isn’t ever too loud for the swampland, gator country’s party
Homo Erectus would’ve been amazed at the revelry, life’s fast lane, stray cats of FOXY 21st century
Neanderthal age of no place to go but into a funeral pyre’s BBQ of hungry boys & girls, cool breeze
Only you know & I know the answers to cosmic questions asked by strangers in the night, Please!

You were nothing before your conception, neither here nor there, nowhere Time’s Mr. Magoo
That is the Truth, that’s no Great Lie, use the Truth, Be the Truth, it’s right behind you, The Do
I am the messenger, I heard this from an unknown source right in the middle of this Menu-do
Along the way, watchtower ain’t high enough to see Cabretta leather & lace, y’all Gog-Magog.

Simon says something that nobody pays any attention to, it’s all the flower of high Canna
From the wine at the festival that used to be just plain river water from the tainted fauna
On or near the dirty land of diamonds & sapphires, shine of muddy and bloody beer swig
Regardless of me toasting & raising a glass to all proud heroes & heroines, honor this, Dig!

Selfless, care about life forms of every shape and size, animal, plant, bacteria or virus, All
It is One and the same thing whether you’re alive and well or sick and dying to trip or fall
Downstairs or just over a small misjudged bump in the narrow road’s pathway, it’s all a trip
Meant to be that way or not, could be an accident or a universal anomaly yet, I zip the lip.

Apemen, apewomen got together for the bonfire, the BBQ party and dance of happiness
Maybe a warm gun or a knothole in a pine tree, either way, y’all love the baby princesses
All you’ll ever get is what you’ve already got, no man or anyone else can provide the glee
Except you, yourself, our Id, your I, the thing itself you know is all that counts, you & Me!

To mingle with the bobcats, the polecats and the cool cats who hang on to the four corners
Of the ‘hoods that men made man-made, never thinking of crowds needing any borders
Opened ‘em up, put-up their dukes & got ready for the red, the white & blue horde cheer
Aho, peace, war, life, death, trajectory of a Singularity disappearing in cosmic dust, FEAR.

by
r j j stephan, i
{#DigestNothing, @StephansQuintet #StephansQuintet @ https://youtu.be/gqp3dhdp8QQ?t=930}

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.! 

Saturday, February 25, 2023

#SolidWater #GasIce #Roadrunner @Santana #TheSensitiveKind #OMG

JUMP RIGHT IN WITH YOUR BRASS SHOEHORNS

Drumskin rhythm and beats down with it and it’s high time you left or else you’d just up and die
I mean, like it’s all been to die for, from birth to death, it’s all the rich, native PanAmerican Pie
Bing cherry or apple, peach or lemon méringue all for me and I will also get the holy blueberry
Sooner than later, maybe today, tomorrow or any moment, it’s high time right then, it’s Cherry.

As I trembled to death, I was cold but it was Fear that kept me alive, frozen tundra snakebit me
In my joints and organs from nerves in my toes and fingers to the mind inside my brain, set free
From gravity and the forces that be invisible as well as the self-conscious infant turned into God
Son or daughter of every single one of the descendants of Adam’s Eve on a pope’s lightening rod.

An anomoly of fading to black as consciousness flees the cause of our animation of blood & bones
Something in H2O and dead plants and animals, starving for attention and for the Dead Sea’s moans
Harmony of the shadows and small statures of the hillarious minions’ short & sweet shit for a brain
Misunderstood it, incomprehensible I thought I’d mastered the slave cylinders yet I did not hurt pain.

I saw my kin and friends lettin’ in the corpus dillecti while they were just alive yesterday, last week
Now it’s today and on to the future hustles of this dream medley, heart is throbbing for Truth I seek
It’s right there in front of me I’m sure, it’s hard to see but it’s hard to take The Struggle solo hustling
Meaning that you’ve got nothing other than tricks up your sleeve & a sleight of hand, cowboy thing.

Half past every hour, an accident occurs and changes the course of random causes of a finale climax
Knowledge and understanding of the wisdom only the gods know, only God allows, hollywood wax
On the holy walk of fame, there’s a star with a name, no face or spirit, just marble to outlast the kin
Fathers mothers, sons of the lovers, whomever they may have been, come over for the tin, I’m Sin.

Baby girl are you in or out, that’s always the last straw, the end or beginning of the trust
Of this man with a handful of stone charm for those who don’t see it comin’ outta dust
Faithful and grateful for every single moment I’m graced to be in your presence Id darlin’
Mega Eternity of an entity is beyond my timeline’s insight, horse in the race’s original sin.

You should have been aware that all Time is Money, without Money you get a Time Out
Souls of full fat and bones never hard to take if the mule kicks you up the side of the head
Of course, beggars, fools, thieves will get over when it’s all said & done, we hope, that said
Shots, swigs & back in the purple & gold pouch, shakin’ money-maker for Jesus, lord shout!

What’s crackin’? Same old, same old, yeah you know, it’s like this & it’s like that, y’all know
Perfect as random chaos can make itself appear to be, you here, I’m here & It Is All On Now
We all got it all, they got it all, reason for the whole thing is a state of mind, lose your mind
Nothing in return for the trade, the brain was trippin’ on the only things that matter in time.

Reality of the boys and girls on seven continents is you live and you die, mow Murphy’s lawn
Acceleration & deceleration of atomic matter and dark matter in sub-atomic form, news’ fake
What is the fossil and why is it we don’t recognize our own pre-fossil status on Earth’s moan
As long as it’s not a groan or a trick photographic anomaly, everything is beautiful, it’s cake.

Kick your electrons up a notch, neutralize your protons and annihilate your billions of neutrons
Density supernova terawatts all inside of the empty Space of the Void, including the High Zero
Monsters out of the co-idiot box into the infant minds of children motivate the old superhero
Superman or another hominid cartoon form of Good & Evil is all there is, blind faith my godsons.

Gibberish from induction to deduction, ride the speeding horse or stay still & remain silent a bit
Making the aftereffect of the cause of the annihilation be understanding of an impossible, last hit
Worms in Outerspace about us are the ignition of the dissolution & regeneration of perturbation
Word’s named sound of a terminator is just this, OOOO & MMMM vibrato orgasm, all too human.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Samedi, II-XXV-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{Drafted while jammin’ to @Cameo #WORDup link @ https://youtu.be/b8pc8Rrfy5o Yo’ know the reason why, actin’ like a fool… #NoRomanceFoMe? #WORD} 

Friday, February 24, 2023

#FillerUpWithEthyl #PremiumHoser @Armstrong_GettyRadioShow #kste650AM @kste650AM

HOOKED UP BACKWARDS, WONDERING RIGHT TO LEFT CODEX

Trophy catch from the first to the finale of acts whether awakened or just as woke as can be
The play goes up and down, in and out like dead cows and fish, even the cultured milk, spicy
Pepper black & red, garlic salt & secret sauce of a King of Burgers’ & Queen of Dairies’ graves
I will eat that HOHO with or with or without you, if you want a bite, speak up like the braves.

All of the holy seeds of destruction are deep inside of the holes in the ground, doubt a truth
False as the fake news you broadcast while in creative control, it’s repeating forsoothe ooze
Compelling historical repetition of the past coming about into our presence, accounted for
Sordid sortie a lynch mob’s proxy ends the whole shebang in a chemical spill’s neck noose.

Idiotic morons both in charge and following the regulated wills to power, all are for the One
Free will, bold-faced lying as I got stoned, blind faith’s unseen concepts, God can’t be all I be
Yet if this Is all there is, you best hurry and get your personal affairs in order, you follow me?
This is your last reminder, displayed holograph & singular hole’s holy blackness, son oh son.

Randy the Wilson and Greg the Giles followed the timeline to the end, the finish of the skull
Preyed upon, terminated either by damnation or excommunication by the papa of Italian bull
Running for the politician who will never be able to persuade the many that the Good is Evil
Loser will lose, apes all naked underneath the slacks and skirts, hermaphroditic con job, so ill.

Bon is good and the thing we know as the thing we all need for the bottom’s line, end of scat
All sugar and cookies, whipped cream on top of the rocky road’s mellow marsh, nuts & that
Harps playing for you and me, as if we have no choice but to leave the host, the matrix tricks
We have no choice other than staying awake, seeing things while #Woke or hear no hot licks.

Reminder, recollect the forgotten memory that cannot be recalled, probably the impossible
Whether reality, daydream, illusion or nightmare, matter or energy, It’s lightspeed’s decibel
I remember backward from perfect woman to the girls mal trained by cops and blue collars
I didn’t kill myself or anybody else, but I ate all the dead meat baked or fried, God’s cannibal.

Probably isn’t possible to comprehend the nature of the divine or the created ilk as we all are
Here and now is the proof in the pudding, tasted soft and cold, swallowed a hole in one’s par
Drove the 180 yards over the trees and traps, past the rough onto the chartreuse green skin
Stopped a millimeter short of an 18th hole, speck of dust halted it, wobbled pebble beach sin.

Jack went back to do it again, tried to get my time stoned away from the powers that be all US
Liberty and indentured servitude are not choices, they’re the luck of the draw, a die overthrown
Snake eyes or pairs of twos to your sixes, all are for the One and the One is for them, gone down
Evacuate Who’s waste, eliminate it, recycle it back into the Earth’s leftover star dirt, a magic bus.

Harm between the conscripted followers of leaders who really believe extinction is preferred to be
Rather than following the rules and laws of the landowners of foreign powers, religion and policy
Rules to keep the status quo from mutating into the extinction of the species, it’s all going to Hades
In a handbasket or behind scenes like magic sleight of hand, conflicted WW3, say bye-bye, fades…

Law abide or broke, in the end it doesn’t really matter, to wit, implode or explode in a black hole
Turn into a Singularity you cannot see until you merge with its sound, it’s hummin’ along, let’s roll
Time of the day you’re rootin’ in the mud, blood and the beer like a larger-than-life pig, hog, swine
You’re the herder of the stye’s content, the caged elephants know why the monkeys keep the shine.

Got bawls as the gang used to say, I was not inside of the lineup, I’m a windstorm with big thunder
Lightening like I stuck goddess’ fingers into the electric sockets in my four walls, queen of blunder
Some girls are your friends and some want to treat you like a black widow spider, get my drift, sir?
Oh man! Come on man, you’re in the infinite menudo, you fell, your fault, the Line’s a high blur.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Vendredi, II-XXIV-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{Drafted during the daily drama, my diary of mankind, while jammin’ to @Xtina link @ https://youtu.be/elOCH3vcZFM}

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?