#ricoSacto

Sunday, February 18, 2024

All In ONE BIG BANG Black Hole Dead End Zone Le Claire Avenue & Chicago Boulevard #GuildOfMorons

BORN MY DADDY’S GODSON

save  our ship
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Feeling a jive-ass tingle before the flight or fight, drunk on jiggers’ Schnapps 40 shots
Kidding about nothing anymore, the Life used to be an inside joke on the idiot robots
Now, we’re the early birds who caught the worms & used them to snag the dead fish
In search of a miraculous end, you get what you see, it’s all you put in the deep dish.

Now then, my papa’s son was just the one the job called for, need 5 bucks for gas
Pops made the loan I never repaid, now and then, I tend bar & shock the monkey
Periods bleeding in and out of the eras and millennia as if it means more than nil
Cause and effects comin’ out of nowhere, black hole Singularity malfunction shill.

All I am, is what y’all are, paid or in arrears to the bottom line, cracked up to the nuts
Just you & me workin’ into the second best, next to the one and only, powers that be
Tapes rollin’ man, you’re gonna squeeze the three minutes into 3 & a half out the door
I don’t know WTF you mean, I scooted, crawled, climbed the curtains, fell upon a floor.

Sometimes, you pull #GovtMule roamin’ dirty territory, pullin’ black sheep wool tides
Out of the pockets of your jeans and into my own, melodious hyper-percussion & steel
Drunk what the drinkin’ kiddies drank, lost all my silver and gold in the casino darkness
Bag full of silver and gold, ready to transfer the load to the empty, deep pockets of This.

Yeah, you know what I’m talkin’ about, it’s always too early when it’s too late, man oh man
All of y’all know exactly where I’m comin’ from, out of the blue into the black & white land
Nothing is colored TV, colored people and colored plants and colored animals, all colored so
On the run or just hidin’ out with all of my stuff so nobody knows where to get it, all @J-lo’s.

Fly girl in the middle of nowhere just steppin’ the heels and toes, knockin’ the knees & heads
Creating something out of nothing perceivable, a miracle egg in the womb of species’ ‘dreads’
Beans, bullets & Truth’s Bible, Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett & Daniel Boone made this here for us
Cream of a crop you have & share with aliens of planets created for Nothing, black sheep God.

Right of the left, a blunt point of the joint just to the right of the left had corner of the room
Shiftin’ back yo my papa’s son and mama’s sisters’ daughters of the worm-squirming groom
Quartz mushed from the gravitational pull of the star-core, all the Earth has to spin, it’s free
In a wobbling circular jerk of confused tourists just off of the plane, train, plane or model T.

Bent outta shape, meaning something different than getting bent, either way all acute angles
In a triangular square, hexagonal-shaped lines surround absolutely nothing, Gig full of whirls
Of being this 208-bone bag, trained by survivors of the strongest bodies to ever be, I’m at One
Always with me, always with you, the beats and rhythm frees the rhyme stream of pretty girls.

Sunk deep down into the drink, One sea at some point allows no land to be seen, Zero’s sign
Keeper of secrets, you’ve got three minutes and some chump change to create the overprice
Of the mice and the other vermin, you can wait for the trash and garbage to blow in the wine
To get inebriated like the drunken fools who fouled up the system of perfection, rolled 2 dice.

We moved then we died and bumped skull on the blacktop, layin’ down the chopper to gods
Wasn’t my intention to meet the maker of tar and feathers, mean and nasty to the divine buds
Smoked ‘em all one at a time as if there was no tomorrow or even yesterday, forgot about it all
Moods blue, turnin’ ultraviolet to muddy black grit-grime, superfluous Adam & Eve had a bawl.

Historical hysteria completes the circle of fools pretending to know what it is, ignoring the Jizz
Without which nobody comes or goes, it’s all about the fortune of being Godzilla’s daddio whiz
Made of celluloid, looking mean & ugly, a dream within a dream’s fake terror, tattoo papa’s son
You know black sheep have bags of silver & gold, a hole in the pocket lets the dead git begone.

Margin between the mule kickin’ in the stall & the glue factory meltdown, life’s one long spat
Peace with wind blowin’ your smile into the back of your skull, apes steal one another’s chit
You need backup if you’re not a black-belt martial artist with a sheriff’s badge pinned upon it
Irish or not, lucky to be here & now, huff & puff another skin-scratch of red & blue ink, lips tat.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Dimanche, 2-18-2024 Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST
{ Common Ground mint jammin’ to @GovtMule in an infinite loop of #JustGotPaid on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/cFLhMCiI4_w?si=-LgYKrHDI9pDTvJD }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, February 17, 2024

#DontTouchTheEffingLabels #CurbYourFakeEnthusiasm #NotTheIdiot #NotTheMoron

MY MARIA’S BLUES BETWEEn a @GovtMule team  
I got something to say before I leave your pad, don’t take it personally tiny sin
You must take one moment to reflect upon the cherry wine you been chuggin’
There’s only one way to rock & I believe you’ve discovered deep down uptown
Late at night and early in the morning, all of my peace of mind got mega-blown.

Skies are blue or grey, only to the landlubber but to the sailor at sea, starless
Better to raise the bet than to call the high hand showing, strategic lips’ word
Ready to bring inertia to your fingertips, moving heaven to hell but in reverse
Not much more than that, you’re lonely in disguise or naked as a system jaybird.

So sorry to be the bearer of evil news directly from the associated press circa now
Sunshine is the star burning out from internal combustion & prelude to collapse Indo
On the one cool hand workin’ the man’s farms for the blood, sweat & tears of Fido
My dog is god spelled backwards, thought the blasphemous act was quite a super-show.
by
r j j stephan, I
c.  Samedhi, February 17th MMXXIV A.D. @ 911 AMPST
{ A GIFT OF RIF-RAF drafted while jammin’ to @GovtMule #DarkSideOfTheMULE link @ https://youtu.be/38z-xuYhGnA   WE saw LIVE LAST NIGHT AT THE CASINO! }

I T –IS - F IN I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, February 14, 2024

#LetMeTellYouAboutTheNewWorldOrder #AllJackedUp #WhoKnows #Jimi #Gretchen #Todd & #Goofy #MASHalphaOmega #WantYoNickelback? #TheHoneymooners #JackGleason

M.A.S.H.
ABANDON SHIP
 w.a.r. band of gypsies do GET DOWN

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The border is secure, believe me, there’s no Trojan horses at our coasts, copy a holy montage
Murder your freedom by following the ten commandments & the one Golden Rule of old age
Yes, if you ain’t a teenager anymore, this is the medicine for you to swallow without a chaser
Lucky if you have ‘income’ & unlucky without a job or friendly face anywhere in your insight.

Wake up every morning in a field under a cardboard box for privacy, next to the RR track path
A switching yard a half a block from the first landing on home turf in utero, no way to know it
Accidental intent learned from the wisdom of the ancients, to be or not to be unconscious too
As you roam from pace to pace, through the gnarled valley of happiness and sadness’ screw.

It never was your fault yet you’ve been persuaded to accept responsibility for souless singing
Regardless of your slant of the heart bleeding on the Valentine’s saints to forgive mortal sins
Despair is out of the rhetorical question, end of life’s last gasp realized this years ago, winning
You don’t know like I know & since nobody knows, we must be nobody, it’s prodigal, my sons!

By the by, near coastal wasteland that no man has eye witnessed, it’s invisible to a third eye
Four eyes or even spyglasses have no effect on seeing atoms of invisible radiation, so get high
Check the planted seeds, the nurturing & DNA manipulation of the genome, bleed the salary
Higher than you can handle, you don’t want to go there alone, you won’t like a night gallery.

Meaning nothing more nor less than you’re damned if you do, damned if you up & down hell
Noodle this out, at One Origin, before your conception you didn’t exist, now you’re immortal
Come on man, use logic, subjective, objective predication to see the light, ultraviolet, infrared
I’ve nothing but a skull to show for this LOVE evolution from a zygote, I think ashes are dead!

No evidence of survival after the 208 bones can’t support your ambitious dreams of a ghost
Which is what moves you & everything else that’s alive on Earth, probably cosmic-wide too
No way to know it, epistemological uncertainty, a principle of the Unmoved Mover re-groove
Constant principle is a state ‘tween #PopTart bubbles in a Void, St. Valentine, love, MY Love!
by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, 2-14-2024 Anno Domini @ 666 AMPST
HAPPY SAINT VALENTINE DAY
{ drafted for my sweet love C.A.S. <3 }
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