#ricoSacto

Friday, September 19, 2025

#Gregariously #FunkedUp #HopelessnessOptimistic @PurpleHazedJimiHendrix #RIP #BeSupernatural #Hendrix #Santana #LAGuns #NoTikNoTok

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Affirmative action will decimate the gene pool with inferior inherited alleles to the code
Nothing personal, it’s the luck of the draw for each & everyone above and below mode
Sips from the mother chalice of wine transmuted into blood, to drink in priests’ high ‘hell
Withered into corpses in the end, like all the rest of the sheeple, Jesus’ one of the people.

Invested Zone Time in this Space in order to analyze the categories of the dialectic for giggles
It doesn’t get any better than life in a body on Earth, the alternative is bleak & at best wiggles
Beaches to mountaintops & back down to the uttermost echelon of the sea, submarine low
To the center of the Earth’s centermost core, to test its nature and health’s whistle and blow.

Bring your mind’s eye to a cyclops optometrist for examining Deadhead mummies, too human
UFO’s and nuclear missiles are in a big battle above the atmosphere, all night long fanatic fan
Hurt yourself to feel the pain of being a living, damaged form of being, what is your purpose
Just to feel that deep down in the soul & from head to toe, blown higher buds of a primrose.

Skin in the game as if you needed it to be or not to be what you were your first moment in Time
Fill the mouth with empty words that signify nothing more than a blow of wind on a thin dime
After a final tick of the game clock, it’s all over a holy evening duration, DOA arrival, M.A.S.H
Die & burn or be buried, the flower from seed to its withered death, it’s an influencer’s stache.

Dolls in the houses, ridin’ in the hotrods, getting’ down & dirty because it’s the only thing to do
Other than go to sleep & eat, liberty is everything and there’s no other thing anywhere at all, so
Hits and misses on the target tell the story of concentration upon absolute zero, a nugatory zero
Waiting for the end of the Times, history repeats the annihilation & reincarnation of a pharaoh.

You know it’s the Truth, you experienced the thing itself & repercussions of the results’ tomb
Dead food we cook & eat, it happens to us eventually, we rot if not boiled in pot or fried in pan
Symptoms & diagnosis be damned, flyin’ by the seat of our pants & panties, it’s a neutrality law
Broad road, no shoulder on the left or right, side of the mountain’s sheer cliffs, Truth is so raw.

Grief is the opposite of Delight, a jubilation that ends and leaves a vacuum for the happy ends
Keeping the real things on top of the analysis, all abstractions leading to the holy, best friends
Existential wonder and a counter-revolutionary, phenomenal display of consciousness’ nothing
To the imagination or unconscious entity that may or may not survive death, a bar in Sing-Sing.

Torch on fire with a perpetual flame, in Space and Time, a conclusion results in a woke ending
Dreamscape from each separate animation, every single man and sad woman in good standing
Double seven, double one, hits as a proverbial bull’s eye, middle of the road is narrow too, so-so
Drums up 1% trans genders, untamed, gone wild post high school & college, road’s kill daddio!

To generate the catalyst of a species’ extinction, raise single parent households, secure welfare
For dependent bastards whose fathers embraced getting away from the true love of Thorofare
Stress is the catalyst to cause mankind to STOP intercourse either in utero or not, God, my man
Whatever you have believed before this moment, a blind faith without evidence, your B.S. Iran.

Garden of Paradise to planet Earth’s necessary condition, success of mortal souls, here & now
Had to be this way, this way is sufficient to cause the key effect leading to the Singularity below
Or above as the case may be, for whom this may concern may not be born yet, the moose moos
General & particular events right in front of your eyes, the petri dish of bacteria is on the loose.

Grandmothers & their inseminators are both legitimate & other methods, good, bad & the ugly
Hits on the mothers who came before all fathers came, no idiots or morons beget a genius party
Pulled the gasps into the bottom of the lungs, breath held for ransom & exhaled jewels & gold
Hypnotized your mind through the words’ sounds, follow the bouncing balls, god-danm the old.

Metaphysics begins & ends in this space, between margins top, bottom & sides, two dimensions
On the short end of a stick, it’s always lonely because only a true friend is left to bury you under
Taker of the souls requires the return to the original state of your being, a sperm & a DNA eggs
Heaven and Earth are all the species knows, calling Time Tik-Tok & Cyberspace home of legs.

Bipedaling, not crawling, burrowing, jumping or flying, just one foot in front the other, we walk
Up and down, back and forth, testing the Many to find the Ones but WHO the testers are? Talk
Amongst yourselves or internally solo conversation no one else is ever privy to, talk about trivia
Come a proverbial ending, it’ll arrive when least expected, so y’all get ready ‘cause here I come.

Head is dead, corpus dillecti finishing the full Monty on the 208 bones, I ain’t comin’ back ever
Reincarnate what? Nothing. My ability to swallow blind Faith is devoid of recollection, forever
Known and unknown, equality and inequality, steep your pelvic bones inside idiots of Marxism
Roll away the stone from the cave’s entrance, clear light shines on the Truth, no accidental jism.

Hard rock is cancelling you between the two planks of stone, squeezed & smashed into hot jelly
Flowing down mountains, snow melts into liquid H2O gas and eventually into the vanishing sky
Bit off more than even a glutton can chew, there’s no choice but to regurgitate the Bill O’Reilly
Come on man, profits exceeded expectations, lie about Truth, atrophy your morals, lie, lie & lie.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Vendredi, 9-19-2025 AD @ 1212 PMPST
{ Cranked this sparklin’ gem while jammin’ to @WAR #HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=XkhMXnDTFg1hjARL }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

@OORTcloud

Monday, September 15, 2025

@ScarlettJohansson #ThatsAllFolks #RunawayJune #MontgomeryGentry @JimCarey doin' @AndyKaufman doin' @ElvisPressley @MashSeriesReunion

WHAT ABOUT OUTLAW PETE’S WINGS?

The daydreams and nightmares you’ve had since you began to think y’all human
No ape scat evolution from a pissant and back to the first cell of a virus’s nucleus
Came out of nowhere as Mankind knows, it’s all we have but a blind faith scam
Hearing sound, seeing light, feeling, smelling & tasting skin to skin, all that I am.

Good that I’m out on the street again, walkin’ the way I wanna walk away, I did
Just like that and the door did bump me in the bum on the way out, I am The Kid
Since 1975 I’ve been workin’ on a dream, I told a lot of dead & still alive, hot day
Because there is never free will choice, it’s a chimera of causes & effects, as I say.

Complete the empty set that used to be filled with despair & hope, happy daze
Deadwood has a bottom of nothing to do with anything a 7th son can amaze
Words out of the abyss everything refers to, as itself rats to goddesses shaved
Hairless & without general is ‘a’ chin, have I revealed too much, catch a wave.

Songs sung as written down incursive or alpha-beta print, daddy is what I said
Mama couldn’t help with the fine tuning of the person in the alley, a deadhead
Back or forth, dying for nothing but a cliché of libertine debauchery all in synch
With hell above and heaven below, the Truth is a Lie to reverse, I am, I do think.

Believe in the silence of the Word and call it a secret key of occult magic spells
Nobody gets out of this world alive, if you don’t know it, imagine sleeping pills
Beer money and champagne taste, that’s been the mantra for eight decades of It
Saying yes & no to fruits of my loom, indeed a squeeze y’all need, It ain’t no chit.

Last word you’re ever going t say is unknown, stay cool, it’s not hot as it looks, si
Yet, it will come back some day before or after you die, preferably now, it’s to be
Carpenter in a dysphoric state of being alive, outer space not on this planet dirt
Into the fire is where the firemen go, it’s as hot as molten lave boiling all squirt.

Accuracy of legitimate deductions from the mating of mentally inaccurate brains
That’s the question, not the answer, genetic DNA crucifies upon a cross of pains
Pumping up the air in the atmospheric ball of confusion gratis, space ice is true
1968 over again, it ain’t my 1st rodeo, in control, funky power, no trouble Blue.

by
r j j stephan, i
c.  Lundi, September 15, 2025  @0600 AMPST

{ Drafted on days & nights when I felt the mood was hittin’ my BAD Blues @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNS_i21_iSo&list=RDeNS_i21_iSo&start_radio=1  , hence inspirational & @KennyWayneShepherdBand @ https://youtu.be/t6VKce4KspQ?si=AMz8W9fGi1mm9Hb2 }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, September 10, 2025

#Johnny99 #BigDifference #ZeroOreo #Johnny99 #BlewHisTOP #RIPchuckKirk peace/out my brother! #NotBetterOffDead #Johnny99 @Rush_Limbaugh @Armstrong_GettyRadio

RIP CHARLIE SAVE ME A PLACE
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D N A  johnny ‘99

Affirmative action will decimate the gene pool with inferior inherited alleles to the code
Nothing personal, it’s the luck of the draw for each & everyone above and below mode
Sips from the mother chalice of wine transmuted into blood, to drink in priests’ high ‘hell
Withered into corpses in the end, like all the rest of the sheeple, Jesus’ one of the people.

Invested Zone Time in this Space in order to analyze the categories of the dialectic for giggles
It doesn’t get any better than life in a body on Earth, the alternative is bleak & at best wiggles
Beaches to mountaintops & back down to the uttermost echelon of the sea, submarine low
To the center of the Earth’s centermost core, to test its nature and health’s whistle and blow.

Bring your mind’s eye to a cyclops optometrist for examining DNA of mummies, all too human
UFO’s and nuclear missiles are in a big battle above the atmosphere, all night long fanatic fan
Hurt yourself to feel the pain of being a living, damaged form of being, what is your purpose
Just to feel that deep down in the soul & from head to toe, blown higher buds of a primrose.

Rivulets of melted snow from atop a mountain, wet H2O in lake, river & gulf from the stream$
Glory days when your parents released you from method struggles of The Kid, knuckles’ seams
Got a contract, ripped off by my secret agent, she ran away with my bank, a silver spoon school
All was never in my family, as above the law, so below the Mason-Dixon line, play me like a fool.

Paltry forms of shapes & sizes that come undone once the ghost leaves the host, no ghost host
Filling up the rooms with seawater, a sunken ship will never be found in a dark sea bottom post
Where Atlantic City ghosts of boys & girls stay inside of Davey Jones’ locker, deep ESP low IQ
In or out of the fortune you find with a magic wand waving around at random, chaos allows me.

Punks and the junk they injected with the heinous venom out their mouths, in synch with a Void
On the border, over on either side & beyond arrested attention, minor lovers trade for androids
Both above it all & below down to the core of the air, sea & land over here on a hot coastal rock
Between silk sheets it happened, here I am thanks 1950, a trip of sulfuric acid in a geyser block.

Tearing up roads leading from the beats & rhythm of metal, wood & monkey skins’ matt dreads
Here you go again, treating all of the invisible audience who all used to be alive, now all Deads’
Grateful or not, they’re all dead as doornails, reformed metal heads out of a matrix’ emptiness
Hard to be soft on the planet, so easy to let good times roll from Future to Past, one presence.

Begin the point, draw the line and generate a myriad of angles all equal to a line of 180 degrees
In the circle of 360 degrees, it’s a matter of pieces of the pie, cherry, apple or just a 3.14 freeze
Pi as it is & always will be, a measure of the whole shebang as above, so it is always deep below
I got eighty-eights to tickle and the strings and skins won’t wait for my warm up, beat a blow.

Cymbals’ symbols of a modus operandi in being the whole show, 3 hours of amusement & glee
Y’all know it, you & everybody else knows, Time is Matter-Energy’s Space, where we are & Be
Alive for a fraction of revolutions of Earth, not enough & not many for any, no less a fake bluff
Committed to The Way, narrow way in a crossfire, not easy when born from fired-up, Chi stuff.

Dark in the room with the fans that quit spinning the breeze down here at ground zero, as I lay
Dying or living the dream, at least you’re awake even if you’re mere #Woke, tramp-mind crazy
Meaning whatever you glean, it may or may not be what an original meaning was, it’s OK fool
When it’s not your fault, no obligation here to finalize the contract, it’s open end to end, so cool.

Buy a diamond ring, go to a concert & propose on the stage near the backstreets of the slickers
City strong because you’ll die young if you’re weak, advantage be taken by the bully #uckers
They stalk the new kids on the block, attempt to impose their will, get their backsides waxed up
Picked on the wrong kid, learned life’s lesson, bullies get Ends in a box, heroes never STFUp.

Safe when there’s danger due to the awareness of being at One with the universe’s hunger beat
Consume, absorb & the black and blue push you back to the beginning before you got any feet
In your mother thanks to your father, he was on Earth not in Heaven, he showed me The Way
To & from the freaks who mated for love and money, this is It, all we get, I’m bettin’ on the bay.

Sang words, read the rhymes, yelled the rhythm’s beats all night long, the mike was in feedback
Got what I deserved since I didn’t have rights to a thing at all, thought I’d never get lucky back
I just knew it so I said it out loud, she’s the one, I knew she was here somewhere, here and now
River flow in a tributary merge with kings’ & queens’ good, bad & ugly chit, a DNA acid blow!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Mercredi, September Xth  MMXXV Anno Domini @ 555 PMPST

{ Sifted this out the SILT of the Black River, while jammin’ to @BruceSpringsteen #Concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/a_8ciWn4ki0?si=cd-5G7qwQ00B_GH0 }

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

Palm trees next to the ocean

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RIP CHARLIE KIRK RIP BROTHER