#ricoSacto

Tuesday, January 02, 2024

mamma, yo-yo baby!

BROKEN DREAMS SHATTERED UNDER NEONMOONS 

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I broke my own dreams down to the lowest common denominator, the jukebox stopped skippin’
Light of a neon moon isn’t gonna fly, to make the plants and animals forced copulation, trippin’
I never did sweat the small stuff, saved it in a reservoir of blues for a good reason, just get some
Picked & grinned in my own mind, behind a solitary confinement inside a foreign country home.

Sad songs sung by the poor babies who’ve been rejected and lost in the decay of the dirt clods
Respect for the mothers of Earth who came out of sudden impacts with Mother Earth and gods
Clear light & read in every language created by the ancestral cave dwellers who feared the Evil
Not a demon or a devil but a hungry, saber-toothed tiger or the viral bacteria in every crack hill.

Hot & holy comin’ from burnt atoms, getting’ tan & sunburned on the blasted beaches of sand
Music in the kicked juke box keeps skippin’ like it’s never gonna end, then suddenly it’s all caput
Dead in the water, dead air without sound to carry low frequencies’ wavelengths, God to a Man
Save you from this, save you from that, helpless as intended by parental & industrial moot root.

Danced, spared the last thought by the last huff and puff of gas, fresh or polluted, same ending
Finale never ends well, it’s always a tragedy or a comedy, without a happy end to the bending
Over the table, over the barrel or just over Niagara Falls in a ten second eternity, hard river flow
I heard the doorbell, maybe it was the ringin’ of the Hell down below where we’re all gonna go.

On the other hand, in every case without exception, we all were conceived & born in innocence
It’s all education of what’s needing to be taught to the young and restless who can’t wait to die
Unsafe and brave as all of the dead heroes and heroines who came before them, love nonsense
Hating anything never helps the matter at hand, accept the Reality, flow up to heaven’s fence.

You can’t get through the blues down here on Earth without the Spirits changing the mind game
Five will get you ten, a fin will get you a sawbuck, all the same to me, fear & loathe is the same
Lost you in the middle of the water fall, I couldn’t see you anymore, you were hell & then gone
In a fire full of ice smoke from the tubular bells who rang you up to the high brow, divine bone.

Morons and idiots created it from scratch, rolled out of the slime & dirty stone mud, so fresh
A slap in the kisser won’t ever solve the problem, you’ve got to train baby boys in Bangladesh
Not to mention London, New York, Los Angeles, Peking, Moscow & seven continents of mud
Spinning & wobbling planet fully engaged from north to south pole, core to surface of blood.

At war or in between the battles when the weak are at peace with the strong kickin’ the foe
Infused bad to become evil and good to become as ugly as any world citizen, even God’s sons
Few and far between but they know who they are, the ugly ones who get ruled by status quo
Not only do the humans fail because of misjudgments and a void stamp on all miscalculations.

Furthermore, nevertheless notwithstanding the following deductions, a will to power moves
At one with the wobble of Earth, since the conception up until the final gasp, have faith in me
You will always be in my thoughts, powers that be won’t allow the forgotten to forget about it
Dreams end but everlasting life in the cosmos does not, collapse into Singularity is impossible.

Fear and loathing in your toothpaste, brush your gums & floss between roots, into the Void
Eating away from inside T-bone marrow to the raw or fried flesh, a divine error hemorrhoid
Pairs of quadruplets each became full of themselves and created the identical eight twins’ sin
Children related in the womb but not identical fathers, only the mother’s egg let a gamete in.

Now you know, mother fooled around a few moments in time, never thinking about concepts
Pure and immaculate as the dawn of a new day, turning this Earth into a rolling coaster of debts
To the human and the divine, it’s always being behind the eight ball, unseen by cues, the sticks
Secret opens up a door with a magic word, babies sing out first thing, first gasp, phuquin’ dicks!

Chromosomes build from day one to the final dissolution day, may not be an hour or a century
Either way though, it’s all you get, it’s the deal y’all made with the powers that be, or not to be
It ain’t my fault, don’t shoot the messenger with the viral cooties goin’ around the hood’s joints
In taverns and shortstops, the spirits move in and out for cash, sometimes you score pin points.

You all know the ways you’ve been, up & down the middle road between forks of American jive
Middle and near Far East not excluded, neither North Pole to Australia, Africa to Tiera del Fuego
Roaming as cats, dogs, herds of mating species of animated creatures all do for dead food pain
Higher than a cloud that was there & then not so much as there to see as to feel the wet rain.

Nobody’s fortune spent like the protozoan amoeba, absorbing subatomic matter in formation
Herds and wayward flocks of original things & the evolved bones in flux, all converge One Zen
Holy cats with a cave left over by their dead & gone, that’s all I know about what it is that I am
Eclectic hieroglyph writing on a dark cave wall with no torch to see the Truth to be told, Sam!

Descendants who ain’t arrived yet & ancestors who breathe no more gas, neither in nor out
Not even one of them knew what we, the living & breathing know, that we are dying to pout
About fake facts of life your mama & pa never divulged to you as required intel from the crypt
Your chess position is, lucky, happy rigor mortis, left love in a surf wake, checkmate got skipped.

Harmony with the hell’s bells nobody ever rang because nobody was in hell, nothing’s in synch
Hotter than dry ice on your tongue, not mine, yours, this is an experiment to educate the mink
If they get trapped, they’ll die and the skinned pelt will be worn by all naked city denizen bums
Happy as if naked apes are anything other than alien errors in last judgements, kingdom comes.

Dry up your leaves, rake ‘em up & dispose of their carcasses, millions of them were alive & died
Head and shoulders, underground below the core of the evil genius in charge of a great banger
Conjecture, educated guessing is the evidence of veracity but nothing is absolutely truth, I lied
Won’t care in decades of years, like our great relatives from centuries ago, god banged Nature.
by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Lundi, 1-1-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Kicked this monkey out of my skull while jammin’ to #MemoriesOf1971 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/x2sbnucEPTc?si=tufLDhsX4D0PsCaa }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, January 01, 2024

#DropTheVernacularSpectacular #CrimeInAScatBasket

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SHOCKED MONKEYS & THE MEN WHO EVOLVED PAST LEWD LUST

I'm rollin' with the loosened ends and the horses that get more wild than a snow storm
Vaccinated with the holy savior's enzyme for constant repetition ad infinitum, it's the norm
Function of the divisor is to divide the many into small groups who will eat a black crow
As if there weren't always identities in this matrix, always above as it is below a black cow.

I broke my own dreams down to the lowest common denominator, the jukebox stopped skippin’
Light of a neon moon isn’t gonna fly, to make the plants and animals forced copulation, trippin’
I never did sweat the small stuff, saved it in a reservoir of blues for a good reason, just get some
Picked & grinned in my own mind, behind a solitary confinement inside a foreign country home.

Sad songs sung by the poor babies who’ve been rejected and lost in the decay of the dirt clods
Respect for the mothers of Earth who came out of sudden impacts with Mother Earth and gods
Clear light & read in every language created by the ancestral cave dwellers who feared the Evil
Not a demon or a devil but a hungry, saber-toothed tiger or the viral bacteria in every crack hill.

Hot & holy comin’ from burnt atoms, getting’ tan & sunburned on the blasted beaches of sand
Music in the kicked juke box keeps skippin’ like it’s never gonna end, then suddenly it’s all caput
Dead in the water, dead air without sound to carry low frequencies’ wavelengths, God to a Man
Save you from this, save you from that, helpless as intended by parental & industrial moot root.

Danced, spared the last thought by the last huff and puff of gas, fresh or polluted, same ending
Finale never ends well, it’s always a tragedy or a comedy, without a happy end to the bending
Over the table, over the barrel or just over Niagara Falls in a ten second eternity, hard river flow
I heard the doorbell, maybe it was the ringin’ of the Hell down below where we’re all gonna go.

On the other hand, in every case without exception, we all were conceived & born in innocence
It’s all education of what’s needing to be taught to the young and restless who can’t wait to die
Unsafe and brave as all of the dead heroes and heroines who came before them, love nonsense
Hating anything never helps the matter at hand, accept the Reality, flow up to heaven’s fence.

You can’t get through the blues down here on Earth without the Spirits changing the mind game
Five will get you ten, a fin will get you a sawbuck, all the same to me, fear & loathe is the same
Lost you in the middle of the water fall, I couldn’t see you anymore, you were hell & then gone
In a fire full of ice smoke from the tubular bells who rang you up to the high brow, divine bone.

Morons and idiots created it from scratch, rolled out of the slime & dirty stone mud, so fresh
A slap in the kisser won’t ever solve the problem, you’ve got to train baby boys in Bangladesh
Not to mention London, New York, Los Angeles, Peking, Moscow & seven continents of mud
Spinning & wobbling planet fully engaged from north to south pole, core to surface of blood.

At war or in between the battles when the weak are at peace with the strong kickin’ the foe
Infused bad to become evil and good to become as ugly as any world citizen, even God’s sons
Few and far between but they know who they are, the ugly ones who get ruled by status quo
Not only do the humans fail because of misjudgments and a void stamp on all miscalculations.

Furthermore, nevertheless notwithstanding the following deductions, a will to power moves
At one with the wobble of Earth, since the conception up until the final gasp, have faith in me
You will always be in my thoughts, powers that be won’t allow the forgotten to forget about it
Dreams end but everlasting life in the cosmos does not, collapse into Singularity is impossible.

Fear and loathing in your toothpaste, brush your gums & floss between roots, into the Void
Eating away from inside T-bone marrow to the raw or fried flesh, a divine error hemorrhoid
Pairs of quadruplets each became full of themselves and created the identical eight twins’ sin
Children related in the womb but not identical fathers, only the mother’s egg let a gamete in.

Now you know, mother fooled around a few moments in time, never thinking about concepts
Pure and immaculate as the dawn of a new day, turning this Earth into a rolling coaster of debts
To the human and the divine, it’s always being behind the eight ball, unseen by cues, the sticks
Secret opens up a door with a magic word, babies sing out first thing, first gasp, phuquin’ dicks!

Chromosomes build from day one to the final dissolution day, may not be an hour or a century
Either way though, it’s all you get, it’s the deal y’all made with the powers that be, or not to be
It ain’t my fault, don’t shoot the messenger with the viral cooties goin’ around the hood’s joints
In taverns and shortstops, the spirits move in and out for cash, sometimes you score pin points.

You all know the ways you’ve been, up & down the middle road between forks of American jive
Middle and near Far East not excluded, neither North Pole to Australia, Africa to Tiera del Fuego
Roaming as cats, dogs, herds of mating species of animated creatures all do for dead food pain
Higher than a cloud that was there & then not so much as there to see as to feel the wet rain.

Nobody’s fortune spent like the protozoan amoeba, absorbing subatomic matter in formation
Herds and wayward flocks of original things & the evolved bones in flux, all converge One Zen
Holy cats with a cave left over by their dead & gone, that’s all I know about what it is that I am
Eclectic hieroglyph writing on a dark cave wall with no torch to see the Truth to be told, Sam!

Descendants who ain’t arrived yet & ancestors who breathe no more gas, neither in nor out
Not even one of them knew what we, the living & breathing know, that we are dying to pout
About fake facts of life your mama & pa never divulged to you as required intel from the crypt
Your chess position is, lucky, happy rigor mortis, left love in a surf wake, checkmate got skipped.

Harmony with the hell’s bells nobody ever rang because nobody was in hell, nothing’s in synch
Hotter than dry ice on your tongue, not mine, yours, this is an experiment to educate the mink
If they get trapped, they’ll die and the skinned pelt will be worn by all naked city denizen bums
Happy as if naked apes are anything other than alien errors in last judgements, kingdom comes.

Dry up your leaves, rake ‘em up & dispose of their carcasses, millions of them were alive & died
Head and shoulders, underground below the core of the evil genius in charge of a great banger
Conjecture, educated guessing is the evidence of veracity but nothing is absolutely truth, I lied
Won’t care in decades of years, like our great relatives from centuries ago, god banged Nature.

by
r j j stephan, i


c. Lundi, 1-1-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Kicked this monkey out of my skull while jammin’ to #MemoriesOf1971 on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/x2sbnucEPTc?si=tufLDhsX4D0PsCaa }

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

Sunday, December 31, 2023

FORCE AIR POUND SAND #AsGoodAsIOnceWas

NONSENSE OF NUNS, TIGHT PANTS’ PRIESTS
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I had a dream and then I woke up, now I’m as #Woke as woke can be, not tired of being live & upright
Alternatives are grim in my humble opinion, rigor mortis just the life that’s dead & gone from the fight
Gave my rights crosses & left hooks to the noggin, ready for uppercuts in our historical record of Shyt
It all flowed down from above, you get what you gave, giving nothing gets, well you know what it isn’t.

Too much traffic on the backroads, I fly in my chopper, in and out of the traffic lines waitin’ for the Man
To scramble the cherry-tops for my arrested development of the narrow way of my trippin’ peter pan
Complete fools monkeying around with inherited cultural norms of who is gonna get to the other side
Speed limit exceeded but I am the law, top speed has the need for my expert driving skills, let us ride!

Press & push hot buttons, toggle tin switches up & down, an ape-man’s vision in white, pants is too tight
Excess time on my hands, put some down at my feet, ten toes ready to run the show’s freeway food fight
You got a trial, you were innocent of being guilty of your nemesis’ death, he fell off the back, 9-5 truckin’
Nothing personal to mind in this gold mine, on the next place you’re goin’, you gotta go, sweet phuquin!

Dead or Alive, faithful know that’s all there is, blinded by the Truth’s radiant black light, rainbow’s trash
Infrared to ultraviolet droppin’ the top on the convertible Cadillac, on the I-5 pickin’ up slow Mo to crash
Did the mortal sin, the venial sin & even the one’s original sin, morons, idiots, created in the image horns
That’s all there is, all you gotta do is digest the food & generate more illusions for the children, Unborns.

Drop the top & feel the wind blow your hair back with the traffic lights out of sight and mind, so free way
Guests come and go, there & then they’ll all be gone, when you’re by yourself, alone with the 208 bones
Visions losin’ clarity, fading to the darkness where only Nothing can see what it is, zero old folks’ hypes
All dead and gone, a corpus is the body & dillecti is what’s dilapidated and way gone, like smoked pipes.

Faster than the slow lane wants to go, I’m skippin’ ahead on the fast lane’s shoulder, everybody stopped
I’m still movin’ along & I can’t be stopped by the squads & forces in control of the bandits out of control
Seems reality is mirroring the inner mechanism that projects reality upon the screen front of your eyes
Blue, hazel, grey or complete whiteout sclera eyeballs, on insight of the unseen, shat the maggots’ flies!

Cross town traffic moving heavy onto speed limit’s max speed, a Jetson’s take off to the flintstone rocks
God unmoved ‘til the fail-safe stop appeared, everything slammed to a halt in God’s corpse’s wool socks
So, I quit! Go hire an immortal, I’m gonna die before I know it, maybe 30 more years give or take a few
Interested in the ennui, in the black light of UV purple, the dark is the light, that’s alright, I Am the Blue!

Next year, this year, last year, all of the Time is present far away from here, it’s all on the record long play
Call it karma, call it your debt, your dues, what the substance of thought can yield, guilty pleasure all gay
Boys and girls want to extinguish the species and eclipse the species trajectory into the fortune’s 500 slip
Up or down, same difference ‘tween you & me, we are One, two too many for the gods, ergo, we’ll skip.

Dreams over son, darlin’ girls, daughters of disobedient Eve, your ticket out of paradise, a top is dropped
Then it’s exposed that you want & need the hug from the bones of another isolated entity of cosmic slop
Cause is first, then Effect is next, ad infinitum until the power is annihilated in the film, a cinematic flop
Chain gang to follow, side of the road from the bus’s drops of greyhounds & poverty’s guys outcropped.

Box holder, of your mail and your body of work, all you ever had & won’t ever have again, nevermore
Better than ever, happiness occupies my 24/7 in Space, music and good taste of everything’s nonsense
You are tempted to believe it’s gonna last forever beyond cosmic Time in Space, vision will end, boom
Payback payroll, get up & go from the dead & gone, be a patsy, chit-chat in a decorated marine’s room.

Already gone, been where I needed to be, where I desired to interact with the things themselves, gods
Inside All birds that move fast but don’t move any more, a verve animates the DNA, roadrunner hotrods
Hot pink Cadillacs or orange Roadrunners blastin’ AM/FM/CDs while I drop the pedal to eighty MP Hour
I’ll get a hundred miles in 60 minutes, see you in Reno in an hour, Vegas in three ticks, high cash power.

Who is too far gone? Who can’t make it any further down the road? Who is in the fight until the ending
People don’t know what is inside the mind of the ones who they meet, two by two, heavy traffic sending
Fading images in the mirror, not reflecting the rainbows red, orange & yellow-bellied monkey shiners’ ilk
Dead right when the wrongs are left of centerfield’s centerfolds, naked, nude, all drunk on mother’s milk.

Punks and fools leftover with the last chances to remain awake while #Woke, 24/7, 9 to 5 year old M.O.
Acapella song, hummin’ out my larynx blowin’ as hard as a nuke winds can slam into a deep throat flow
Hurts to be absolutely correct when the whole world is in retrograde, reverse orbit around the hot star
It looks as if you’re vision is skewed toward illusion, if you think, you believe, then your away is, far, Far!

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 12/31/2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Kicked this out of the Darkness while jammin’ 2 #RidinOnTheFreeway to #BetterThanEverStreet @Aretha_Franklin @ https://youtu.be/Ip_pjb5_fgA }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?