#ricoSacto

Saturday, January 25, 2020

#EventHorizon #OnTheMindsOfMatter #ForTheLoveOfSuperGods

BUSTED DOWN, CRYIN’, ON BEING A FOOL
by
Richard Joseph Stephan · Saturday, January 25, 2020
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You and the city disappeared from the face of Earth, a place in Space cut into ‘holier’ earlobes
Could not hear the natural beauty everywhere in sight, needed two holy ears full of my probes
From the existence of the predators to the demise of the prey, marinating protein-DNA bones
Mincing the meat into the power to move the thing itself, 208 bones of refused essence tones.

On the floor or in the bed, dreaming while you walk about the ground of being is the It, It Is
That is everything that is everything, no free choice in the matter of essence, God’s cosmic tea
What it all comes down to is that you know a little more than nothing, uneducated guessing
I am what I see in the looking glass before falling down an empty, black hole full of blown It.

Inside the stars’ black blanket, a black board of voidness without any soul, Nothing’s matrix
Infinity’s unlike the things themselves here in the finite world, I come and go with cool tricks
Priests and doctors cannot fix the death that breaths your air, looking in through the outcries
My mother, my father, my sisters and brothers, have no faith in Nothing yet, It is all there Is.

Found my teeth still in my mouth, behind my lips’ gnashed microcosmic kiss of atomic fusion
Imagine a speck of you and you are dust in the wind, nowhere to go, nothing to do, just to Be
One with the Many split atoms from solar fission, fusion, an event horizon Singularity creed
Montana to Florida, Spain to China, North Pole to Antarctica and Nome, Dead Dream-Free!

Power and weakness are one and the same feature of the thing itself, particle physics of soul
What It is, nobody knows, blind faith in the high crimes and misdemeanors of house moles
Coming in from the outside of the container, the intent is to mesmerize the psyche’s drunks
Forcing the Super Ego to regurgitate the personality your parents left over, a menudo of funk.

Are you with me now? Stay right there, sit quietly, stop thinking ‘bout yesterday & 2 ‘morrow
Right here and right now in this Presence of Being, This is the Prize for being a concept blow
From benign, vacuumed cosmic dust we come outta nowhere full of nonsense, ad infinitum
One full stop, out of gas, windless, motionless, awareness’ black hole thing, here, now, me!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier 25th, 2020 Anno Domini @ 3:33 AM PST
{ Drafted out of the Void @ 3 AM, it took ‘bout an hour to bleed-out without a link to #SuperIntelligence re-formed Form & Matter @ https://youtu.be/mg7netw1JuM }
 FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, January 24, 2020

#StayInsideOfYou #IWantToBeThere #CrusinTogether #JustToSeeHerOneMoreTime #LifeOfThisParty

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TO THE 9’S, ONE NIGHT OF KISSIN’
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, January 24, 2020
#ToTheNines
Taken aback to First Cause of the First Breath of oxy-hydro-nitroglycerin gas chambered lead
Utter shock and awe following appearances of UFO lights, exploding white, black & blue skies
From sea to sea, moonshine and sunshine waver ‘til the Supernova’s consolidator atonement
Birds don’t fly, fish don’t swim, worms and snakes don’t crawl on The Rock’s demolishment.

Thought bubble drawn above my head for the meaning of the Word, the sound of the Silence
Coming from caves with holy scratches on the walls, where humans hid from a tiger’s stance
Ready to pounce on you before you even knew you were the hunted, to be recycled, Big Schit
A growler or the runs are better than the clogged rivers within the mundane bones of this It.

Words come in and out of my mind, what’s the program that my father left me, it’s forgotten
I think for certain or I wouldn’t be able to compile the thoughts from electronic shock-a-Zulu
A wavelength of cosmic light in ultraviolet essence of the Void, all infrared waves in heaven
Waiting for the Singularity to emerge once the deed is done, go to the light, #NewsAtEleven!

A day after you’ve expired your Time in Space, the rock and the animated bones still revolve
Around in circles about the only thing that matters, the mighty star, the sun, our sun of love
It’s not for the sake of love, not all of it, it’s appears to be an alien experiment, overlord scuff
Unintended consequence of making things multiply like bacteria in agar, overpopulated puff.

Three, two and the One is all I’ve been able to snatch from the jaws of hyper-existence, Fear
It is the only thing that can stop anyone human from diving off of a board or cliff, I’m skeert
Stopping or going make no difference in the long run, the happening will indeed, be It, there
Right in the pocket, in the sweet spot where fear and loathing disintegrate into my long hair.

Cosmic menudo or a grand illusion of the lost minds of philosophers and high priests, OMG
It will play itself out with or without my intent to direct the production, amen & mice overlap
With just a scent of the baited, bacon or cheese or peanut butter attracts the Snap of the Trap
What it is? Until the #BitterEnd, programmed to be #Woke, above & below, I’m #BornFree!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, January 24th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:04 AM PST
{ Ate an apple from a tree in the danger zone this AM, nothing happened! Drafted listenin’ to #MotownGreatest #soulGods on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/ALumPcuOCcQ }

1 + 1 = 2
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, January 23, 2020

#RespectYourself @MavisStaples @StaplesSisters #DontGiveACahoolt

PERFECT EXPLANATION, A #TODO
by
-------------------- #NoDisrespectForYou --------------------
When your smoke pulled into the driveway at the end of the cul-de-sac, you were so discreet
Always only me, myself and I, the prize of your search for the way to get down on easy street
How it is now’s the way it’s been since day 1 on the first ray of sunshine, blown neutron ends
I don’t disrespect the respectable but get that sheet off your face, I’m all on my way to offend.

Everybody knows that everything is everything or it’s nothing, there are no alternatives here
Now is the Time for all good humans to prove their value, their worth for the genome’s Funk
It happens every day and every night, the earth balls swing, sway, spin and drink ale and beer
Foam high above the stein’s lip where ours meet in the touch of liquid sunshine, mother #err.

You walk, crawl or run like a bat out of hell, as if there’s a hell where bats live, it’s just a Hole
Deeply dug into the hydrogen, oxygen, nitrogen and the space testes for the Deep Space Bowl
Containerized space balls of atomic fission and fusion, dipped into a chocolate human dessert
Dead and gone, historical phantoms who may never have been here at all, in First Place dirt.

OK Corral or the Void of the Singularity’s Event Horizon, respect for yourself will kill a Word
God, your mother and father, the emptiness of the genome before the Big Bang of my old bird
Down in the deep, it’s frozen cold but not quite solid ice, slurp a swallow of my unholy bones
I got here to home, Chicago, L.A. to NYC, hand over my mouth, text the solution of iPhones.

All of me and all of you, all of us, respected or disrespected matters only in the grand illusions
There’s a thing more to life than just One’s existence, birth, death, phuqin’ venial/mortal sins
Where in God’s name or Buddha’s presence in the Now or Siddhartha’s thoughts about Being
Supreme or the least of the molecules atoms, down to the quarks and charm of a Bee’s sting.

Utter nonsense in the realm of the people, the comrades and the slaves of the grind of a Boss
Sheets off of the faces now for a brand new day movin’ on from the darkness to the emptiness
Four score and twenty black birds in a rhubarb pie, swiped off the window sill, sign of a cross
Hand over your mouth, can’t blow wind that hard, the Word won’t hurt divine Eternity’s rest.

Conditions that you’ve found makes your life better than knowing it’s all an accidental crash
Of the men and the rats that roll with the First Cause’s movement of SuperNova caused void
Nothing’s left, this is what it all looks like when you’ve got the sense to see an idiotic scheme
Or Adam or the tiny mitochondria that evolved from the One and Only, dyin’ in my dream.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier 23rd, 2020 A.D. @ 8:88 AM PST
{ Jacked this #SMOKE up out of the blue this AM with a crowbar and a jackhammer, this is the way to become immortal before you die! Link to RESPECT YOURSELF, #StaplesSisters 2020 Staples Sister Family Reunion @ https://youtu.be/-1pYKdqD1ls }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?