#ricoSacto

Thursday, July 11, 2019

#OnASlowRollHome #ForeverPromised #LetItBleedOut


#TakesTwoToTango
ROLL DOWN A NOTCH, SLOWROLL*
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 11, 2019
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There once lived a woman who took it all down a notch, slowed her roll and got this nothin’
Nothing to guess at this thing in front of our faces, our hearts and souls know #Hole e-Truth
Becomin’ One after being the Many from the first gasp of gas from an upset stomach, smokin’
Whatever you call it, an atheist or deist, same old same nothing itself, O #FakeNews forsooth.

Come along to this cyberstore without any stress, you don’t need a dime, the cappuccino Sin
Like salt water, the fresh water, frozen snow to the bottom of the Mariana Trench. #300 bowl
I did what I had to do, my father in heaven be my judge or not, my father may be deep down
Grounded where I left It, in the box, in the hole, below a granite rock, OMG “Holy, Slow Roll!

So, sundown comes, light of the day, spun around and goin’ up in smoke before you know it
Before the inevitable day on the court of the rock and roll, you play the game, break the rules
Check this and check that before you cross the street, the cars want to move over fish schools
Rubber and plastic, a little bit of steel movin’ forty miles every hour, a million miles a minute.

Pretend you just found out that there’s nothing after this rat race of people animated by God
Or the Buddah’s sleepin’ dream of the Many from the Oneness, downshift to Jesus’ holy grail
Not only was the twelve years and a day completed in a NY minute, but also I’m Chicago blue
Red and White left where mama & daddy couldn’t calm my punk arse down, I rocked, I flew.

Deep breath goes up in smoke because it went through my lungs and filled my blood with joy
From the top of the highest mountain dome where the lava blew out from the core’s #HotRoll
Time and Friction brought about the thing itself and the things that happen in Time’s employ
Rat race in the heavens y’all, I ain’t dyin’ in It right now, bitter downshift, I #SlowedMyRoll!

Deeply breathing in and out, gas is good, gas is good, keeps me and my truck runnin’ it down
Downshiftin’ uphill to go slower with the heavy weight of gravity, stayin’ above graves’ Papa
Way down for all of the skeleton bones, seein’ the xrays and cosmic waves aboves and belows
Inside and outside, consummation of Henrietta’s stress is outside A space-mind of yo’ Mama!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 11, 2019 A.D. Thursday @ 9:11 AM PST { HEADER is @HenriettaLeavitt #MotherOfLeavitt's “...discovery of a way to accurately measure distances on an inter-galactic scale, paved the way for modern astronomy's understanding of the structure & scale of the universe.” -Wikipedia link @https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henrietta_Swan_Leavitt }
{ drafted #TookItDownANotch while jammin’ to Brothers Osborne jammin’ acoustically #SlowYourRoll on youTube in a LOOP, link @ https://youtu.be/hfLnmPAeroA }
#BitterSweetBuzz
#InLoveWithTequillaAgain - #ButWhy?
W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, July 10, 2019

#WarpedSpace #TheoreticalMetaphysics & #TheIIdiot professor of morons, #Space + #Time AKA - a cosmic-atomic eliptical orbit of GRAVITATIONAL COLLAPSE & spontaneous combustion {#BigBang} gave rise to LIFE ON EARTH 93 million miles away from #TheShadow #TheVoid #KepplerTelescope

ARE WE DEAD AND GONE?
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, July 10, 2019
------------------EXOPLANETs @MINERVA----------------
There is only One regret when it all comes right down to it, that you can’t stay alive forever
Naturally beasts are mortal and die of hunger, poison or old age, they dig graves for bones
Buried so deep that nothing but a bulldozer could bring it back to the surface of burnt ash
Lucky to get a bit of the sky’s air in my lungs for a feeling like happiness, it’s alright, Flash.

No sooner do you begin to enjoy the ride than a man and a woman bring the thunder down
Makin’ out, makin’ love, makin’ bambinos for the bees and birds who like that kind of thing
Procreational random DNA expression from the cornucopia of faces’ whole bodies and soul
Here’s the condition you must begin within, a kind of quicksand to sink you and me in a hole.

Imagine this scenario, if you will, you are dying and can’t think of happiness any longer, bam
Now, you’re force to achieve stasis while in orbit around the blazing star, the sun of the Man
Turned out to be a crime mob busted after being contracted from a macroscopic royal scam
Whomever has gold or silver in their pocket, go bury it under an oak tree man, in a tin pan.

Before anyone knows it, life on Earth will return to the flow of the gravitational collapsing
All of the blind faith and baseless hopes and dreams turn into the static, sacrificial offering
Symbiosis with the matter and energy both inside and outside of the skeleton’s essence, Om
All there is, all there ever was is what will be, US, here and now, uncertainty, being in Rome...

#Theresa games to play to pass the twirl and wobble of the dirty ball of confusion, sweet Ma
I thank you wherever your beautiful spirit wandered in the plethora, oh mama, Time’s sweet
No junk in my veins or in my brains other than the logic and reason left by Platonic dialogue
With nobody but my shadow and your shadows left as your body entered/exited my #Meat.

Do not doubt me unless you’re prepared to be persuaded that your worst nightmare’s scum
Is the justice about eight miles high in the ozone layer of the planetary transit about Wisdom
It means that what will be will be but what comes around goes around, you reap what’s hehl
Don’t shoot the messenger because I’ve got more bad news, you have a need to know, do tell.

Inhaling one of my last hundred million breaths, I’ll not waste it on infidels’ heavenly omens
Just ‘cause I believe that I am livin’ on borrowed time without an expiration date to saddens
Nobody wants to go but not even One gets out alive in a body, rise to life in Spirit, sunny sent
If you believe or know what’s true, enjoy every moment, remainder, divisor and the quotient.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July 10th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ blasted out at the speed of light, stars’ AKA ExoPlanetas revolution drafted while being simply amazed in the #3shadowOfMars & into the #Space between stars youTube link @ 19KM/second link @ https://youtu.be/dXrvnToQadM }
#Father #Son #HolyGhost #Trinity
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, July 09, 2019

#WeAllHaveADanmGoodTime #AintGonnaWasteOneMinute @ChrisJanson #SmokeEmIfYaGotEm


<3 span="">A BILLION BLIND MICE
by
*********#SaddleUpForTheRodeo*********
In the name of the apex of Pyramid of Cheops (Khufu), something has arrested the attention
Of the One and the Many, something was known and then the species lost a key to creation
It is not the Love or the Hate or the Indifference, we’re the remnants of a star in the pantheon
Gods of humans are one and the same, starstuff of cosmic debris in a billion deadheads’ kin.

Rubbing the sticks together for the friction of the fire isn’t working any longer, head of a Void
Punks and heroes die together in a plethora of plasma, dead in the hub of absolutely nowhere
Spokes of the round wheel connect the core to the outlaws and bandits of law and order’s fix
To the killing apes, mankind who kills all animals on Earth including its own DNA appendix.

Eating and drinking The Way of the warrior-hobos who walk the planet both lost and found
Without a thin dime and dirty begging fingers reachin’ for the handouts from anybody’s labor
But not the consuming freeloader who wants what you have but doesn’t want to keep sound
Flying around fecal matter of the moving things, the lives’ things, hunks of astral funk-odor.

Earth smells in Space, all of the aliens know that noses are the only way to smell big trouble
Whether it’s right in front of the face punchin’ you right in the nose, #SuzyQ but I love you
I always will no matter what, until the sky falls into the sea, I’ll be true so say you’ll be too
If you wander off of my reserved spot for you, that’s fine, I’ll be here in God’s dam, bubble.

Frozen and too far from a star, nothing DNA can bake and mutate, I animate grapevine flocks
Here and Now we are in this Present being shoved from the Past into the inevitable #Brexit
No shock to be all alone with no allies in a hostile environment which wants to suppress It
To be the It that is alien to the Fold, tribe or holy country. to be or not be inhumane phux.

In and out of the ears, in One and out the Other, about to lose my mind over goddess’ folly
Imagination is more important for comprehension of the abstract nature of consciousness
More important than life itself, no other animal on Earth has it except the human, it’s holy
See what you got, a microscopic microdot of code, we’re all upset over Nothing, it’s a guess.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. July, 9th, 2019 @ 2100 hours PST Mardi Soir
 W.W.A.R.D.?