#ricoSacto

Friday, August 16, 2024

Sodium Chloride of the Dirty Rockin' Piece of Stardirt & MOI

GOT WHAT YOU GOT BECAUSE TIME GOT OUT THE WAY OF SPACE

Betting no more than the gold in my pockets, all in for the call, I bet my hand beats yours, fly
Gods try to come down to Earth for a sorte of human females, don’t know why they multiply
Pink inside and burnt brown and black on the epidermal layer, which allows the privilege of it all
Complete with a partial implant in your jaw, check your six, your back is uncovered to bear pall.

Fabulous in every sense you can muster, knowing the opposite usually occupies Space & Time
Not today or tomorrow because history has already occurred in the future of the present, keep up
With the explanation and final conclusion in your arsenal that can’t be seen by the unanointed
It ain’t nothing personal, you ain’t screened & you ain’t clear for enlightenment, feel the crime?

What it feels like to be innocent and still charged with the guilt as if it was your own fault, dude
Chicks, I’m talkin’ ‘bout y’all too, deep inside of the conversational analyzation of concept food
Subjects and predicates shining the starlight on the blackboard, expose nekid Truth’s white sheet
Understand true that, total comprehension is a temporary lapse of reasonable gold, y’all gotta eat.

Brothers & sisters related like cousins above in heaven & down in hades, where angels fear to go
Utter satisfaction with having no desire, no need, nobody to care about to save life from dying so
Knowing that knowledge is impossible helps a bit, we’ll get over those red lights on the curves
Eyes shut tight yet wide open, seeing Nothing clearly, subjective nouns & action Love 30 serves.

Sounds mean something if and only if you agree on the definition of Word, it’s the thing itself
As it appears to the innocent perceiver with eyes wide open for the first time on Time’s life shelf
Smoke is happy, fire it hot to burn every atom into crumbled ash, dropped in gravity’s grave fate
Deep bury down below where archangels fear to go, can’t get up out of the hole, carrying weight.

Holy and red hot, unblessed and cold as dry ice, smokin’ freezing oxygen and hydrogen in & out
Grim reaper drinks down deeply to the center of galactic neutrons, protons & electrons in doubt
River of truth and lies flow to the infinite ocean to merge with the Void nature of your mama teat
In her arms we were, she kept us warm with a smile until the teeth bit the sore skin, kid got beat.

Spanked on a plastic diaper, no reason to understand why, cause effected mothers under the bus
That she loved you and would protect you being the immature mama who just had to be that way
Teenage mama can’t buy time, too much to be distracted by the addictions & play ‘House’ today
Babysitting for single mothers nets cash from the AFDC coffers & welfare kids now rule the US.

Here and now to save existence of animals and plants on all seven continents, dried-up wetland
Beaches or jagged, huge, stone rocky cliffs eroded by constant waves of the tidal pools inland
Hip to be a square or a Rubik Cube more sooner than later, I put the hurt on the innocent amigas
Not only am I to blame for the pain, the suffering but also the happiness they got rid of me arse.

Now & then you see through the veil to the actual nature of the beast within, it’s always the same
Fear and loathing as if it’s not you yourself, you really start trippin’ when the Truth unfolds fame
Books recorded in cyberspace, on compact disc, magnetic tape, 8 track, reel-to-reel, cassette split
Too tired to go on without a hip replacement, you know like I know, you’ll die once they slice it.

Y’all are in the know when you’re in the money, as the old song goes… duh do dah dah, la la la
It’s usually the same one over & over until the young delete the files & cover up the Truth as it is
In & out of consciousness yet awake as if in a dream while unconscious recording my super ego
The game and the score disappear into the ether once the corpse begins decrepit to the evil ends.

All pretentious for the sake of survival, ahead of the pack, you can keep track of ‘em in a mirror
Never need to cohabitate or commiserate with any of the minions or the literati of the stone door
Live for today, tomorrow isn’t guaranteed to produce itself ta mind, neither God’s nor this plebe
If & only if you resist the power, then you’ll be rewarded & be completely set, again, to be free.

Larger than a microscopic byte on a hard drive or a bit smaller than a huge byte, even steven
Broods got bred this way either voluntarily or via draft of unwilling to defend strangers of Zen
Recreated after annihilation without knowledge, just the power to be right when y’all on the ball
Nobody is right or wrong all the time except for the alpha and omega male, last call for alcohol.

Complete and impartial for the conclusion uplinked to be the only rational epitome of probability
Knowing Truth’s higher ground value of Gold and Gas flowin’ out of your behind’s high-end te
Keep your handicap down, win championship without your over drafting savings for wet dreams
Fortune cookie with no prediction to be ahead of the moment, graphic blank and empty schemes.

All is not alright, but you must deny the facts of life, your father didn’t tell you, nobody told him
Many centuries of breeders attempting to achieve perfection without an equal anywhere on Earh
Blood runs, gravity pulls, Space expands, Time measures burnt calories in a lean, mean machine
Recollection of any reason to be conceived, live & die in a hundred spins, more or less afterbirth.

Free to be dependent on the water and wine to wash down the body of the holy sheet
Most high and more low than the grapes that grow on the ripe vine, a meet and greet
Between the spirits inside and the ones outside of you that gain entry, imbibe, scream
Next day, getting hammered again is the only way to die, Life’s but a fickle wet dream.

Homer and Marge, well they have nothing on the parents of Bevis & Buthidae, fer shizzle
Blueprints have a plan to build a mountain of stone, brick & fiber glass beads give me a rash
Earth is the unholy name of the dirt, no feet to march or hands to clap, myriad of shyty fizzle
Doctors and lawyers trained for hours and minutes to interview people who donate cold cash.

Helping your body up off of the ground due to gravity’s attraction to your backbone & skull
Average or above, up to & including the genius, evil or better than the mostly good, ruler fool
Wink to show the joke is on the joker, punch line is crooked but if delivered right, it flies cool
Above and below the pattern on the surface, live, die, disappear and be forgotten, eat it all evil.

Dreamin’ a little dream of me tonight baby, it’ll be fine in the morning, I’ll disappear once again
Heart is all mine right? We don’t need to linger there when we’re awake, we’ll dream being Zen
Complete or not, it’s necessary to be sufficient to get to the end of the purpose’s logical reason
Accident your father met your mother, conceived, gestated to be born in blood and fetid water.

Kisses & hugs holding the bones tight, kept the inner sanctum inside invisible Jordan almonds
Found a wad behind the unworthy where they never look for anything valuable, safe diamond
Ineffable sound heard deep within where the sun never shines, a thing itself’s, shapeless double
Monkey see what monkeys do, apemen stuck in perpetual repetition of the 24/7 Earth wobble.

Hurry to wait until someone else takes so much time, you wind up being later than required too
Had to be ready to move from heaven to Earth once the love was made, it’s a dream trip of fools
What I was, I am & always will be, a convenient Truth wrought by the ancient command scrolls
Pink to ultraviolet purple in all wavelengths’ frequencies, dying, fading to black as lights go out!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, August XVIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 444 PMPST

{ Cracked this emerald while jammin’ to @ChicagoTheBank #DreamALittleDreamOfMe in an infinite loop on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0rhFYl2H-2g?si=23qDPquqmhR8Ocez }

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

Wednesday, August 14, 2024

#NotAllTooHumane #Clapton #Satriani #Vai #WhereTheCountryGirlsAt ? #TraceAdkins #Pitbull #KamaKameleone @TheSimpsonsEdgarAllenPoe

HarrisTimmyTwoForNone

JUPITER’S RACIST NUTJOBS, SONS OF JOB, BY JOVE

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Five or six times in a lifetime, you, me & everybody else will do what love does to the genes
It ain’t our faults that the programmer was an evil genius who created us on silver screens
With or without compassion, it’s the mitosis & meiosis that are categorical imperatives, son
Why this Earth and other planets are like electrons going around a nucleus we call a Sun.

Did I say one word about the nature of this beast named aptly, One all too human nekid ape
Why, who, what, how, where, when pronouns and adverbs break into the inter-gender warp
If you think about it, assuming you follow logic & reason to deduce rational conclusions, die
It’s the only possible method to get out of the conception awarded to hand-picked egg pie.

It’s all from the 3.14 pi that can neither be divided nor multiplied, I read it in a dusty book
A tome in a library paid for by the profits of wise men and women who made a good buck
Upon the blood, sweat and tears of the great grandparents and their own great kin, I stand
This stardirt leftover of a Big Bang or another theoretical origin for Life in the universal can.

Argument again, not a word salad heated under a microwave oven radiation but a holy truth
Why you were born & why you’re here & now all answers uncovered by sweet pie fructose
Dead & gone, soul as well just like your precedent ancestral history, fictional spooky tooth
Hominid extinct sometime after say, 5000 A.D. & the writing on the walls’ cyberspace goes!

Nowhere to be found, nobody to find it, just a dead-end street of rocks that don’t roll again
Highlights and low lights are the same to a blind man or deaf woman, you hear & see Zen
It’s all there is to know at your final gasp of wind, remember memory flashing by imagery
Wine & whiskey leftover on the wedding party tables, you’re drunk & blind, kid rockin’ me.

Party hardy with the rockin’ melodies of word salads rhyming the sound of God’s One OM
Bitten hard by the vibrating bytes comin’ from my keyboard & widescreen display of foam
Right of center, left of center, all united in One center, coast to coast is a DNC besmirch
Oh, Chicago, my hometown, traffic ain’t going to be the same, remember 1960’s beotch?

Punks created from the eggs of burnt-out Chevrolet pig iron and grease monkey shining
From the ending in reverse, backward or forward, everything & nothing remains the same
Always includes sometimes, Space is limited to the surface of Earth, all too human fame
Frederiche resolves the conundrum so what you don’t know won’t hurt you, I’m whistling.

Beer and vodka and gin and whiskey and rye, drink or smoke damned Earth’s world peace
Harm to nothing and nobody is the philosophy of Extinction of Species, RNA programmed
Point to your sisters and mothers for the responsibility of keeping the species deadened
Higher than the high jump that any human has ever cleared in the olden days of Greece.

Homeruns, triples, doubles, singles, walks all add up to the mortal sins of the Dreamers
Asleep inside of a red hot womb, inside one of twelve rooms of old Zeus’ master baiters
Kill the babies because they ain’t borne into the air yet, that’s the key to extinction’s saga
You will be gone, everything will be gone, theoretically innocent, for the love of lasagna.

Apes repeating the history ad infinitum, ESP & high IQ combined to initiate the reaction
Nuclear split of hydrogen atoms in spontaneous combustion, fission-fusion mortal sin
Dead immortal souls on the floor of the battle, the War ends here and now, all over today
Happiness of beatniks and hippies caused the nuclear ending of War, so, just press play.

Brittle like the sweet and hard peanut butter, you know it’s hard but you bite it anyway, so
Die or live with it, even if you don’t reproduce your own kind, you’ll influence free to go
Interest in logic, reason, ancient wisdom, current affair application, that’s what all men
Jump the shark, the fin is jammed into the open glory hole where the sun doesn’t shine.

Of course, I’ll stay on course for the surprise ending that even a psychic couldn’t guess
No encore after the curtain falls, the stage’s characters & scenery disappear into thin air
As if they were never there in the first place like a dream within a dream of Edgar Allen Poe
Symbolic vowels and consonants compounding the predicates, subjects & objects of roe.

Said it all without uttering one word, a look and an eyebrow wrinkle cause unrelenting fear
Loathing the very ground these chumps are conceived upon, I mean both the One & Many
As if the rats in charge are not our cousins of cousins, whether acknowledged or not, dear
Explore the wilderness outside of your skull for the good, the bad , all ugly & a pretty penny.

Here’s sunken treasure you’ve overlooked, your highness, my lord, golden calf filet mignon
Without the right kind of gas in the air, you’d suffocate & be dead in a New York Minute, son
Elevate your ego’s subconsciousness back up to Nirvana, know it’s a holy, sweet cherry pit
It’s optics and audio, inside of a groovy tube that turned into a digital display of bull’s shyte.

Far out away from here where we stand, sit & sleep, a colder rock can’t be unburied, moon
I know nothing yet I believe you know a thing or two, the clash is the day or night so soon
After you’re all born and raised, retired for the duration on your pension & reverse mortgage
Hippies and beatniks drown under the H2O, they groomed century old love, Plato the sage.

by
r j j stephan, i

c. Wednesday, August 14, 2024 Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Dripped from the leaking faucet before the dam broke & released the deluge all over the garage’s cement floor, while listenin’ to #IGotARockAndRollHeart @Eric_Clapton on youTube link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LNMfXRQxHFg }

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

Tuesday, August 13, 2024

#BlindByBlackLight #CopyXeroxFakeNews #HowLongCanThisGoOn #WAR #ThePointerSisters #Springsteen #BeatClub

HOW LONG CAN IT GO ON THIS CHICK ON THE SIDE?

It ain’t nothin’ but a thing, you get scared before you discover that you’re the monster within
There’s the fruit of the loom that’s the cream of the crop, you’ll know it if you commit a sin
Against the laws of God & Mankind, there’s commands and there’s categorical imperatives
You have no free will other than that blind faith in the notion, it has no factual precedence.

After the last day you’re alive, there’s a residual realization, you’re long gone & police backers
Plain as day, the nightlife is awake and full of the #Woke chicks on the side, unmarried slackers
It’s just their nature, there’s nothing uncreated, these are the divine’s creatures in self-image
Broken arrows on the hardened hearts in the things themselves, heathens and warriors aged.

Since the day or night we see the light, nothing is ever the same again among the innocent kin
Brothers, sisters, cousins, multiple great, great grandparents and great grandchildren, Space In
Things themselves are like this & that form, shaped & functioning DNA program fishin’ for carp
Cause of Earth & Sun, Void because of Space & Stars above & beyond Eve’s evil two-time warp.

Suggest the propositional logic be written backward to understand the induced conclusion hit
Between the eyes or just a passing, indiscriminate passing of the future into the past, sick of it
Or not, maybe you adore the function with no end in sight, on your best behavior to be a hobo
Just a bum caught up in a world-wide spider web, failed to escape a tricky situation, job blow.

Love gets over you when I find something or someone new, all pass in and out of the scheme
Fear and loathing of the rumors and propaganda will get you no trophy-wife status ‘V’ dream
Do not enter the zone between daylight and twilight where Chicken Little shouts up to the sky
Hemlines go up & down to attract or detract to the reason for the species survival, climax, die.

Some girls and boys will grow up to reproduce either maladaptive or adaptive payors of alms
To govern the beasts who cannot or will not follow the commands of the Golden Rule BLMs
Capece Italiano or not, what matters is that the Truth about life on Earth is told and heard too
In Sanskrit, Spanish, French, Japanese, Chinese, Nepalese, German, whole Babel tower’s clue.

Freaks evolved out of the perfect creation of a supernatural essence of the divine Void squeeze
Without wondering about why you’ve not become more in tune with the fission and fusion biz
Awareness of your freaks of nature in the middle of your families enculturated in mortality sin
Not their fault they’ve descended from the disobedient, ungrateful, immortal hominid muffin.

Heroines and heroes out to devour the villainesses and villains of Oyl Can Harry vibe, just sayin’
It really doesn’t matter, yet just to keep the flow of the river on the way to the deep blue sea
Avoiding the dams and holes of bottomless maelstroms somewhere in Time and Space hidden
Blind faith and skepticism of the mentally inept who believe that they’re enlightened in ZaZen.

Light in the shadows will need sustenance in the middle of nowhere, where we are in Space
Ask any space traveler who has both come and gone in and out of this atmosphere, far away
Near or further than the moon, scared of Nothing these far out men and women, saints of RA
Never has even one pharaoh or queen of Mankind been able to survive one last alien drama.

Open up about our arguments blaming “them” for the things they’ve done to the minions
Subjects of the sovereign objects of reverence and respect, just because you sired the sons
Of the virgins who bore them, unnamed but loved for a momentary lapse of reason’s logic
Deducing conclusions, irrefutable premises, RNA wad of categorical imperatives out a dick.

What all of that means is that I didn’t want to frighten anyone with the actual, naked Truth
It’s not beautiful or even a little pretty but it’s alive and kickin’ here and now, spooky tooth
Ghost in the machine will be removed when the corpse is introduced to the maggot infest
Don’t shoot the messenger, conclusions are your own, production of facts are to ingest.

Who among you all have come to conquer this world and become the czar of us all?
Nobody? I thought so. It’s nothing personal meant to offend anyone in particular
Rendering all of the flesh & bones into the ether which has more volume than God
Oh, remember those early days at the desks, in the single file lines from 5 to 23 Ball.

Reasons for the dark side is every side is dark but the spots in the middle of nowhere
Those are so bright they blind your eyesight, death & mortal life disappear somewhere
Can’t bury it all underground unless it wasn’t there in the first place, copy that down too
Put it in the history, you’ll let it bleed out and it’ll die and be edited out, killed what grew..

Pretension filling your reality because there is nothing else to blow your open mind’s eyes
Bottoms up before you get slammed on the mat or the hardened ground above the skies
Only get what you give and that’s more than enough, it’s fair game & fair play, apes’ swings
Not tomorrow or today, it is ancient history you hated to know, kill slaves, pass away kings.

Willing to see the invisible and to hear the inaudible, to inhale the gas fumes of corpses
Mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, seven continents and several millennia in remorse
All you have left is what you see now, it is what you get, all of it, hook, line & sinker sets
Tears that you couldn’t sweat without a mix of blood & tears ‘til heroes turned to vets

Frogs jumped, humans jumped off lily pads and bridges over troubled water, dead right
Nobody to argue about the deductions and invalid conclusions without putting up a fight
Yet, it is what it is & I can’t say more than that, it’s a matter of time before even I #STFU
Above and below, at one point, at one time, only you know & I know, which way is up!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mardi, August XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST
{ Drafted this masterpiece while listenin’ to Vanilla Fudge #YouKeepMeHanginOn (1967) on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/NCwzCQcjC0M?si=PpyunX4NLTfjbTNl  & #OneMinuteYoureHere @BruceSpringsteen link @ https://youtu.be/s-RT3nxr3T4?si=2pKxk7ITds5bFedV }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?