#ricoSacto

Saturday, October 12, 2019

#TheBoss #GloryDays #FOReals #Eagles

FIRECHIEFS & CANDYMEN GETGO*
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, October 12, 2019
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Before the day my grandfathers met one another, their children met and hooked Me all up
It would always be ma and pa that I’d hold responsible for all of my actions, eh #SECupp
Maybe I am obligated to accept responsibility for my actions but I don’t honor obligations
What I can and will do is consider if the obligation is necessary and sufficient for my sins.

It is indeed necessary and sufficient that I flow like a river to the mouth where the sea opens
To be swallowed by the All, the Everything there is, now that’s a Hollywood movie for hens
Squawking and backward talking about the cosmic, universal thing itself, tree circles given
When it’s an assumption of perception distortion, it’s 99% chance to be, 1% chance to sin.

Consider the young lad who closed his mind after the conscious self realized it’s presence
On the path to the end in perpetuity, dreams escape the vault kept unlocked by the dense
Pretending that it’s all just a game with a start and finish with no concern for soul food
Only the fingers and bones can move the genome, if not the mind, if not me, then who?

On an invisible yet exhilarating swing, I exaggerate my enthusiasm with punks, all humane
From my ‘hood to yours, some ran away and some just stayed put in the jelly of blue bloods
Crips in solo flight lookin’ for who is disrespectin’ their mamas, got no papas, all love child’s
Millionaire world of sports is all theirs, inherited from the indentured servitude of The Man.

If you’ve felt the heat of Fire and the frozen gold n’ silver of holy water streams, you’d know it
It burns the skin to the bone that will never melt until the world returns to the Supernova fit
When the atoms get frisky and invade one another’s nuclei for the sake of the cosmic, diviner
Blessed all of this because it’s the effect of the First Cause, it’s all my fault, I’m the old sleeper.

I am dreaming that I’m awake right now, right here on this cyber-paper, enter/delete matrix
Came alive back in ‘51 and stroked the hands of Time in this empty Space, liked it not, I did it
Animated since the climax, the orgasmic planting of the origin’s seed, ma and pa, we got a fix
Traveled from nowhere outside of this huge, dead star, Earth mother no longer on fire, shyte!

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r j j stephan, i *Header is an Alaska Airlines - Sacramento Int'l Airport (SMF) shot I took off of an Alaskan Royal Princess Cruise last month!
c. ROCKTOBER 12th, 2019 AD @ 8:00 AM straight-up #BlackJackDanielsWhiskey #SHOTS
{ Con out of Time, drafted to #TheWeight remixed The Dodo T.H.E. Band & HITS link @ https://youtu.be/-Jy6P9TltXQ }
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, October 11, 2019

#LeftOfRight #CenterLine #IfYouWannaGetToHeaven #WellYouKnow

WHAT IN THE EXPLETIVE’S UP?
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, October 11, 2019
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It’s a #Given when you get what you get because that’s the way the ball bounces, get the benz
From the #GetGo it’s all a dream in a crib or bassinet or in a bunch of blankets of hot wool
Even though you wouldn’t know it, the absolute worst is yet to come or maybe not, it depends
On whether you take a left or a right at the crossroads ahead, foresight and hindsight, fool!

Now then, there’s a known past, occult mysteries’ secret unknown, a privilege yet to come
A driveler won’t get the answers from the masters of the atomic fission and fusion and gun
Man’s gotta know the limitations of his genome, a woman knows from birth to death, light
Darkness is when it’s all gone, when it’s finished, when it’s all done, even with a good fight.

Now for the Truth, if you’ve arrived at this juncture, don’t start crying now, blur God and all
There’s always the hopes and prayers you’ve offered to the emptiness above, not all’s my loss
It’ll echo as your bones and souls return to the empty Void you’ve overlooked, unintentional
Yet, it happened, now, you’ve got about a minute to reevaluate and decide what matters most.

If you don’t slow your roll then it will be returned to the dust it came from adored mama heat
Veins movin’ the blood that’s blue and never red until it hits the dirt, out of short underskirty
It’s what you get when you play with the big boys or even the little boys with the hottest beats
Dead bodies from the flyin’ bullets and slicin’ knives to get the blood to glare on wet tar city.

Centimeters from my heart and a hectare from my soul’s function, there’s an equation’s fuss
It’s the calculus and trigonometry of the thing itself, before the form, it’s the rock roll matter
No reason or rhyme to that crime or this gift of the gods, above the sky and below the crust
Who hits pause in the middle of the Space’s Time? Just a clown with a frown, silly cracker!

Wasted but not totally annihilated from the Past movin’ through my danm crime of waste
For once and probably for the last time, this is a last call for the benign stones of deity fate
A climb up a hill and a struggle to avoid the smokin’ and drinkin’ of my godfathers’ binges
Black Jack kept it real and the #Hamm’s put the edge back on the bull’s scat, off the hinges.

A clone of the many but not of the One, it’s not my fault it’s ‘cause my pops phuqd ‘round
Lucky for me it was a score, hit the bull in the eye and badabing badaboom, on the mound
Dreaming of the team of duos and trios that I can’t ever complain about the static of pows
A puff and a shrug just a few bytes away from the final crash, it’s comin’ now to the blows.

First cause of the first move of the prime mover of the cosmic menu-do, bulgogi and do bu
In a nervous system’s cerebral cortex to the tarsals and phalanges of the anglophiles’ stew
On fire with the rocks and hot boulders spat from the network of the ground, down under
Life lives with or without the noises of the origin’s Big Bang, animated edibles and carnage.

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r j j stephan, i
c. ROCKTOBER ELEVEN, 2019 A.D. @ 12:30 PM PST
{ drafted listenin’ to LIVE Gary Clark Jr @ Glastonbury, 26 June 2016 #WhenMyTrainPullsIn on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/gYXMDCNjl8M }
 W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, October 10, 2019

#HotRumors #PulitzerPrize #MarconiAward #TankTopStraps #HillbillyBackstroke

TIMING IS ALWAYS EVERYTHING
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, October 10, 2019
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I have flown above your heads, it’s always been that way, the old third way, like the hard way
Counting the birds and snakes from the top of the pines, once in a while you’ll just try to stay
At the top of the blue sky where it turns black Space, too high to suck hot air, me or an insect
Expanding the concept of perception and comprehension of national consciousness’ intellect.

Back to you Joe Getty DF'rs and the Jack Armstrong shocking the monkeys’ rear, crimson red
Watch them sit upon rocks near the water, to be clear of the stench of banana, in a cave’s bed
Midnight until noon the night lasts halfway through a day without a Kantian care, losers lose
Busted in two and shattered into atomic dust at a Thursday Ten-Ten-Nineteen, lunatic ooze.

Now and then from day one to end of days for y’all, stooping old JamesDean’s climate change
Bingo scandal and the pep talks of the coach of the championship ball teams, wives’ trophy
Everybody gets a lead-laced lad on top of plastic with a brass etching, who shot the monkey
Nobody knows because a monkey is each one of us, not the dead, buried home on the range.

There’s an eagle in a human cage, leg chained to remain on the ground without any pool-cess
I looked and immediately wondered how to release it back into the wild, Lucifer stays abreast
Two faces have me, myself and I, we all have our power cut off eventually, now or later times
A gruesome movie at showtime near the box office of homers, a maximum cinema of mimes.

Planets with nothing to live for in the middle of spaced-out empty moons, a conscience’s cup
What It is and why it exists at all in the first or last place, that’s the philosophical mime, idiot
Last breath and heartbeat, oh you’re gonna get it alright, even if you don’t care, you’ll pay up
There is a price to pay for being Free, allowing you freedom to be far out is what it’s all about.

Comin’ in for a landin’ pretty soon, lucky you were able to stop me circling the half-naked ape
For even a moment after the daily dawn is precious, it’s all I’m gonna get, kowtow to heavens
Earth is all I know, I haven’t been anywhere else outside my atmosphere but then, gods’ vape
Bury the hatchet in the noggin’ of the mob boss who has no face, just roll, all sevens, elevens.

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r j j stephan, i
c. Ten, Ten, 2019, Jeudi @ 08:00 AM PST
{ #RestrictionsApply, this gem was snarked this AM out of the blue, gettin’ ready to bull doze the cemetery near the outskirts of the town, RioLindaOnline.com, the #Spirits are not amused! ... while listenin’ to Talk 650 KSTE Armstrong & Getty 0600-1000 AM PST link @ https://kste.iheart.com/featured/armstrong-and-getty/ }
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#FINIS