#ricoSacto

Friday, June 14, 2024

HappyFathersDayWeek #GrammasHand #Matrices & #Godfatherz4 #ParrotHeads @JimmyBuffett

SWEETER THAN JESUS' HOLY BODY OF ULTRAVIOLET WORK
Imposters will rock this world until the real ones show their thousand faces, they're the chit
Of being alive on Earth whether before or after an imaginary zero year of the planetary s#it
Whatever it is, it's going around and it comes around ad infinitum, border to coasts of sand
Dirt and snow make the thing itself appear to be more than it's essence, it's a thin man.

Partly of the Time and Space where you've accidentally been deposited into darkness’ pit
To see The Light coming at birth & lose the light altogether at death, that's life man, that's it
Sure it's uncertain that there's a soul/spirit independent of a body's skull & bones, it's faith
Believe it or not, it will be the way it will be either way you jump to a conclusion, it's a fate.

Sons completely free to roam the prairie until humans trap & kill you for your body's blood
Drunken gods, eating the flesh that grew from an invisible egg & flagellating in a dark hood
Too much to handle for anyone over the age of sixty, therefore sanctuary's door’s padlocked
Too late for elders to absorb the facts of life, they're lucky they've lived so long in a head.

My ancestors & descendants who've been ruled by dictators, kings, queens & able bodies
Every single one of them, educated or ignorant, all were born innocent of original apple sins
Preschooled in the elementary & higher levels of language & mathematics, I'm still the One
That's a single thing I know for certain since everything, every category is suspected reason.

Suns are stars and there's zillions of them in empty Space, on the other hand, only One RA
Callin' this thing you're experiencing whatever you please, the Word itself is cock's formula
Recipe in code which none have the key to other than us & we're blinkin' four eyes to bury
Standing at the door, remain still or open & enter the portal, jump out of the second story.

Funky facts sent via fax or twixt in code red, meeska, mooska, mouses, we're all gonna die
As a humdinger hurled from mound to the battery box only to die being a payback whack
Homer players do nothing but win if hey can and lose only if necessary & sufficient shtick
I know you don't know like I know, so all you do is laugh when all I can do is weep & cry.

Preach to me man, you got no clue on what to do, waiting for the po’ #UBER ride to you
Where you went & why you left make no difference to me, I’ll move heaven above too
If it’s in my way, welcome to oblivion, I’ll even save you from the monsters of the monks
Nobody is home, ain’t nobody in the cave, daddy’s gone, left us all alone in the high funk.

On the far side of the far end of the yard stick full of millimeters and degrees of separation
I welcome the unwelcome to enter the merge of their energy to re-identify with the zygote
One that came before opinions that all of the assholes have, it's the nature of the beast skin
Cover up of a Future stank before it happened in reality, as I will, all lookin' for gunga din.

You got your pogo stick & you can’t jump around like you used to when you were twelve
Fall down on the concrete curb or alleyway or asphalt turf in the street, bloody scab life
Hurry faster than I can go, fall down on the ground over and over, stayed down there too
Last call was six feet under, what I’ve done, well it’s all over, my atoms crumble to blue!

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

TRYIN’ TO GET OVER

SHOOT YO’ SHOT

DON’T STOP

EYE WON’T TALK

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, June XIV, MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Ate up real estate to regurgitate & defecate or urinate as above, so below, keepin' the fire lit inside of the diaper pamper written in fecal matter, just checkin' to see if anyone's readin' this...  wrote this while jammin' to @BareNakedLadies #HITS on youTube link @LIBERTY FATHERS DAZED }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, June 13, 2024

#SipItQuickly #NoRegardForDisregarding #Hall #Costello & #TheImposters @JoeSatriani #JellyBeanJoeAlfano #Syncopation

BACK AWAY, JELLY BEANS
Reducing your kin, mama & father into the fodder of dead air, land and sea salt
Highways to imaginary demon hell have been all but destroyed, left a stairway
Neither up nor down, ahead where the neon sign says it all, The Twilight Zone
Hot foam atop the liquid, some quenches y’all & some poisons an apple i-phone.

Mopping up the mess, left over by the aliens who don’t do anything but live as bait
With or without you & me, they’ll do what they do, words of mankind on the wet fly
Light of the burning sun is the only important thing in this world, ice cold alternate
Frozen motion of the ocean, inner spirits killed in their shells, buried is the hot fate.

I live to show the blinded fish in the sea that they’re more than a shot of Jackie D’s
Like at least a flask or a quart and a bag of stank bud that can’t be hidden, please?
Hollowed Earth or solid rock left over from Big Bangs or crazy gods fighting the jizz
It comes out like it or not with friction of movement, it’s over, extinct as evolved kids.

Suits not adorned on birthdays, birth date of the first breath to lucky dogs’ masters
Naked to allow the sight of the gender product of gestation, hope of survival sisters
May or may not be what you & yours are willing to accept as the art of the deal, I am
All or nothing at all is the philosophy gleaned, during of my time, I yield God’s a scam.

Pills dropped & swallowed, metabolized for the sake of the whole, the parts replaced
Transplant of organic matter or just severance & scars underneath the tattoos’ face
Hurry so that you’ll not be surprised by the outcome, face the music, the holy is sacred
To the dead and gone, well now, they tell no tales, no need to pray for the holy dead.

Traffic on the one way street or on the turnpikes and expressways coast to coast et al
Seeing it moves you from space to space on the other side’s chess board, it’s 3D too
More than one plane of existence to experience, dead men tell no tales, just turn blue
From the rigor mortis and the frozen diaphragm inside skin & outside bones of a pal.

Davidson’s Harley had two or three wheels, they laid down on the blacktop like blood
Underneath the leather and lace, broken apart half of the 208 bones, God ain’t so good
If there was a Good God, the evil and rotten, bad things wouldn’t occur, it’d be paradise
On Earth as it used to be in the fable of the paradise garden, nowhere to throw the dice.

Game begins & ends in a disappearing whisp of suspended smoke, wind blows the job
Easier than thought, at first it looks grim like you’re gonna perish, then it’s on the tip top
Of the heap of things alive and dead, physical, mental, psychological pilaf and pine nuts
Kicked out the house to The Street’s club fate, Timing’s everything in Space, god’s sluts.

Masked to cover the naked face of reality, skin-covered skull’s bone, seven open holes
Two ears, two eyes, a pie hole & two nostrils for the immaculate air to reproduce bowls
To contain the liquid and food consumed, before and after the funeral of friendly, pyres
We became who they were, it will become all of them who are to come from squires.

We the people of occult states of consciousness, do ordain the holy savage of caves
All we’ve ever wanted to do was to survive and avoid suffering, for a moment’s raves
That it will all be fine in the future even though it’s so FUBAR now in front of your eyes
That’s the rub, odds are it won’t be fine in the future, you know gravitational capsizes.

As you read and digest the function of the relationships of prey and predator, I know
You know all there is to fly in the muck and mire, above the fray with no paddle or bow
Hail to the ones who left without knowing that was all there was, shoot to thrill the blow
Hidden deep within the leftover atoms of hydrogen and oxygen lies our Oneness, H2O.

Balls bounced on the ground of being, Earth’s denizens up high or down low, in or out
It’s not a free choice, no free will that you’ll be smart & adapt to the evolution of a crow
Caw in one tone or another, breathing in and out of the feathers of tail and two wings
No quoting Nevermore from any other dark ravens, this is how the goddess’ all sing.

Flight higher than the stratosphere in that X-15 just to see if human beings muster
So high that no species of the Earth could ever survive, except we did, him & her
Rich as in wealthy and poor as in destitute and ready to die an atheistic, cynic cad
You gotta go when it’s the right time, so do I & the whole shebang will be just a fad.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Jeudi, June XIIIth MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ Drafted pre & post concert at the Indian Casino & here’s a link to the #ACTS that rocked for me & my baby, link @ https://youtu.be/PpC4E9DLIPQ?si=jpAbqNCw91J1hZSW  & https://youtu.be/svqrttEAs3I?si=PK0E8XFRB8VnURyz @Daryl_Hall & @Elvis_Costello concertos }

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

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

DigitalAnalog #InequalityRulesCosmos #CarePackageHeroes RIP @JerryWestNBALogo

FAIR GAMES,WINNER DIES
In cahoots with all that I am, I am all in for the duration, it’s my rodeo, I’m the champ
Certainty is fair game when you have almighty power to wield, a lady or Trump tramp
Just because you think you’re so pretty and smart, you think everyone knows it too
But they not only don’t know that but also they believe the precise opposite of you.

Hills on the way to the mountains’ snow-capped tops and then back down to the sea
An ocean between us and a freefall skydive out of high-altitude low opening ‘chute to be
Or not to be isn’t a question with anything at all in conclusion, ancient history deep & dark
High or out of the trance which consciousness conjures up for a phenomenal meadowlark.

Problem in paradise at the promenade where the gangland mobs gather to fortify a pledge
Allowing the benefit of being in a group of younger adults who won’t allow non-conformity
Being as wild as the innocent babies and toddlers in the Barrio or in the ghetto hot the city
Dreams come & go in a wisp of wind it’s not real, more of a figment imagined on the edge.

Bringing home the bacon or some other stray piece of meat from the #BattyMeatMarket
Malfunction in the intersection of the life & death process, a syndrome of catastrophe set
As if you had anything at all to do with the function & juxtaposition, yet you didn’t grasp it
Million dollars I did get was counterfeit and it wasn’t worth the paper it got printed on chit.

In syncopation with the synchronicity, I gleaned the impossible imposters of balls & jacks
Highlights of the best plays of each game of competition are available at cost of 2 Big Macs
Quarter-pounder or Double-Double cheese in the animal’s style of caramelization In & Out
You get the shake, extra-done, animal-style fries too & you can check out a champ’s bout.

Pretending who you pretend to be with or without the knowledge of who you really are then
As above so below it will be also, Idiots, Morons, Gods, mortal creations of evolution Time
Space split the atoms & there’s just one molecule leftover, it’s the God charm, mighty men
Mighty mice, mighty archangels handcuffed, clipped wings, it’s domestic phenomenon.

Worked the cattle drive and the brick-hacking line in a clay-brick plant, 40 hour paid
If and only if you deduce the Truth from the assumptions of unknown, dead monks
Then and only then will be left alone with your blind faith, unlikely to flip the narrative
To be or not to be is not the issue, what it is most fit to survive is the unHoly Will to live.

In concerts and small cabarets in the fleet of music from classical to country & ‘tween
Out of an already present egg & gamete of DNA in flux, One creates a goodman mean
Neither below nor above, immersed or surrounded by the low lives in the High places
Homegrown or implanted by the transplanted tomatoes and beans, to feed the faces.

Oh say! You can’t see it now but something is comin’ out of the Past into your Future
Be the brave homo sapiens you’ve been trained to be without blades in revelry’s lair
I know I’ll be there where it’s at, I hope you’ll do the same & be right there as well, see
Through the sham scam, ghost in a machine awakens without memory, at our mercy.

It’ll be the way it is right now, the same way it’s always been, predictable as predicates
Verbs of action making things & the entire Noun universe nothing other than blind dates
Inside the apartment’s compartment where the sun don’t shine, that’s the gist of y’all too
Lurk & stalk what you like & can’t be by yourself, wetter dream than the last, this is true.

by
r j j stephan i

c.  Mardi, 6-11-2024 Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST PST

{ Regurgitated while jammin’ to #Everlast #TheLifeAcoustic on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/AuZQRvD8RBM?si=KQP2OmpR4MXMNXcQ}

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

 
#SAINTED