#ricoSacto

Sunday, September 08, 2019

#DoNotTestMe #PutYourNotesAndBooksAway #SurpriseQuiz


CAN’T STINK IT, SLOW YOUR ROLL!
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday September 8, 2019
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Engage your mother’s egg consciousness, the DNA within you will get deeper than the Voids
Not to mention any names or the philosophies of subjects and objects of stupid hemorrhoids
Ask or tell no Word, it doesn’t really matter what you think or feel, a preface to a maggot fly
A place in outer space, right here and now, not before you were conceived or after you tie dye

I hate myself for loving me and you hate me for loving myself, the categorical imperative Zen
What it takes to come to the conscious awareness that this Life on Earth is all there is? Om
Nothing to lose if you entertain the lonely notion that the Earth is in the middle of Void dirt
Stardust from the emptiness, regardless whether you like it or not, shoot messenger’s spurt!

DNA in and out of my nervous system, you can’t move my body, ain’t papa’s brand new bag
Spirit haunting until brain drains the mind’s consciousness, a Will to Power, being a sea hag
Flight above the Earth, above and below it, both inside and outside of this particulate Many
Pamper your ignorant idiocy, it means nothing but your diamonds ain’t no good in eternity!

Sure, we all can rock and roll but some of us do not care to chew on the cud, grazin’ in grass
Nothing really matters at all, my ancestors have answered my call for help to save my jive ass
It’s just mine though, a fallen non-angel altar boy that knows shit-faced weed smokers’ high
You can enjoy this or that moment, it’s at your free will choice, pretenders’ wings don’t fly!

God and the subject of childhood education, to merge the new blood into the masses of dirt
To whom it may concern, personal creator or immaterial spirit notion, her weird short skirt
Lookin’ at the shape of the muscles underneath the skin and overlying the all there is, pearls
My body and your body, just the x and y chromosomes of cool, nasty boys and naughty girls!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 8th, 2019 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ jammed this out of the Void this AM while listenin’ to the WTF with Marc Maron on iheart link @ https://www.iheart.com/podcast/wtf-with-marc-maron-18894591/ }
 

W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, September 07, 2019

PERFECTION & UNCOMFORTABLE SURVIVAL BEING THE FITTEST, now #STFU


 -------------GIT, GIT----------------
CARCASS OF A MASTODON? STONEMASON, I AM
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, September 7, 2019
------ #BREXIT --------
Broken bones of us, hot ice of humans have little or nothing to do with stardirty carbon dates
You are as insignificant as you thought you might be, nothing special, just the DNA, humane
Everywhere in the universities and colleges there are repositories of the Truth, starman fates
Museum of Earth’s historical record is present, extraterrestrial, evolved planets, AHO, amen.

Now the ignorance and the enlightenment will wax and wane, like the Earth shadowed moon
Just because y’all think that your mirror image of the form is so pretty, it wants to reproduce
Power to destroy the black holes of the future are lurking in every atom, in nucleic neutrons
Videos and spoken or written Words are both Up and Down, speed of light’s fated papoose.

Heat from nuclear fusion is immanent as the sun collapses into it’s future eclipse zig heils
Gravitational collapse is only a symptom of the spin and wobble, as the orbital ellipse goes
So goes the mental activity of the brains which adapt to the dormant crystals, extremofiles
Hydrocarbons are getting me too high to think about these eternal verities, as a god does.

In your mind as in my own, we are less than the stardust, the selves are imaginary fools
No power other than to animate a bag of bones and pursue happiness to avoid the pain
Knowledge and power leading to nowhere but the cinders, dead underfoot, killer pools
Pure gas, pure liquid, pure solid and the meaning of that is that, you and I got lucky rain.

I wished for years that the rain would come and wash away all of the memories of darkness
Space and Time mere conceptual analysis of the perception resulting from consciousness
Imagination is real and the real is imaginary, Reality is imaginary, Truth is trouble, eye is
A third one, an eye that sees the Truth through the fabrication, unequivocal Kool-ade fizzes.

Close the book after the final page is turned, you’ve read it aloud, you know it all, it’s caput
Off with the heads of the professors who knew but didn’t divulge the known unknown silk
Smooth and ready to soothe the savage beasts who want to kill, eat the killed, phuq & die
That’s all there is if you look around and ask your friends and classmates, a wall with a fly.

We, for no reason at all, are both here in this Space and in Time going past us, it’s coming
Reminders of the transitory nature of things themselves are how we die, killjoy a ton of fun
Old age’s disease of mortal flesh, like fine wine, humanity’s X factor black holed God ding
Invisible cosmic rays, bright infrared smashed cores of atomic stardust ash, black hole, #1.

by
r j j stephan, i { “Money don’t grow on trees Richie!” -- my truck-driver dad, Albert R. Stephan R.I.P. pops! You are my own, personal prehistoric pops! #EyeLoveYaMan }
c. September 7th, 2019 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PST
 W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, September 06, 2019

#ROVERS & #MartianDustDevils #PuzzleDrizzle

DISINTEGRATE, DARKSTAR STUFF!
by
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Evidence of hydrogen and oxygen in the empty Void, be astonished or you’re not living here
Not now or ever will anything or anybody need the empty space around us, it’s dead air bleed
Radiation and collapsing of the burn we feel as the heater in the frozen tundra, helium beer
Drunken alcoholics are the meat and potatoes of the looping, spinning the dissolving creed.

Creed of songs sung by nobody you knew or will e’er meet other than magic wand, page form
Frozen methane or butane, liquid natural gas, solid unnatural gas, it is what it is, yes, we bad!
Giants midgets on the lam from the Big Bang, lookin’ out for the MOAB, a #SuperNova norm
At least I read the Word and I’m persuaded by the logic and reason of moms’ monsters, dads!

Dying star we all are, the power to destroy you and the meat and potatoes, implode black hole
Shouted from the volcanic eruptions and tidal waves of the wobble and spin, up-down soul
Force of One to be reckoned with 24/7 and 365.9 days and nights, monster evolution of acid
Some power to show all the power but from far, far away from the core, pain reveals the ‘Id.’

Graves and Gravity are merged into one concept, a place for mom, for dad and all of you, US
Nobody, not one living thing, nothing gets out of this place of space sideburns, fire works, son
My daughters, sisters and mothers are boggling my mind, I’m left in my 1 singular, magic bus
Riding without a driver, headed to the Oneness, radiation of the gamma rays, my hotdog bun.

Stars born and stars annihilate the monster Black Holes, collapsing in a Big Bang whimper
Nobody left to hear the sound of the implosion of the core of being, billions of atoms forever
Form and shape of whatever the matrix allows, spread out into the galaxy of solar systems
Ten million black holes are everywhere, facts of life are not given, variable trails to her hems.

Mothers and sisters and daughters, the nuns of the Nothingness smiling, we’re all-in deeply
There’s no free choice after the conception of life, it is what it is and does what it does, forced
No free will to choose this or that inside any human, wouldn’t be prudent you know, you see?
Once you stop the beat, mystery goes on, Truth’s jackpot, to be or not, I don’t know, OM, G!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. September 6th, 2019 A.D. @ 4:30 AM, #WhatTimeIsIt
W.W.A.R.D.?