#ricoSacto

Thursday, May 28, 2020

#Daytrippin' #Nightflyin' #dead @GratefulDead @AlbertWenger @GeorgeCarlin

IF IT’S TRUMP, I’M IN OR I’M OUT *
Richard Joseph Stephan·Thursday, May 28, 2020
--------------------- DEAD ---------------------
Pierce my skin through my bones and the stupid shiitake I carry around maybe a day or two
Then in one small or large fuel dump, it’s rolled down river to the hot, septic reservoir stew
All of the refused masticated crumbles of life from the planet’s holes, caves of deadhead hair
Believe in something that you will never know is true or not, proof of life is a day-nightmare.

I am going on from the alpha and omega before the final cataclysm, over a perfect dead body
Literally, nobody will care in or out of your family in about a hundred years, it’s the raw truth
You have to be in a deep sleep to see the American dream from my point of view old buddy
In a photograph or GIF of your ‘something’, you express misconception that you’re all in it.

Good of God and Bad of Zero down below, whatever it takes to get this here life my friend
Alternatives of life in a different time in a different place is not a viable alternative to the end
When you and I die, that’s it, your and my ancestors knew this, prima face bait and snatch
Invest in the future of your life right here and now, it’s my life too, it’s all One, super-natch.

Logic and reason used as a tool for the forming of the rings around your fingers, Truth be told
Seriously analyzing the data and formulating a deduced conclusion worth the weight in gold
Or platinum or silver or uranium, in any case, the value of the dead rocks sent to be the vapes
We’re not getting out of here alive, not even you or your mama, your grandfathers were apes.

Grim reaper isn’t comin’ in a minute or maybe I’m wrong, you never know right, you can’t tell
Nothing predicted in the future other than the essence of everything, consciousness rung bell
To be or not to be, to die or not to die, infinity of abstraction on a pandemic trajectory, hit me
Rabbit hole for Alice and me, we got in and out with minions in wonderland, my mind awoke.

River ran down to the sea from the melted ice on top of the mountains, a star just got the hots
Or the planet’s spin and wobble at the proper angular momentum, leaves a Bible of God dots
Chapters from the genesis to the omega revelation that your maker will come back for you, eh
Doors froze the soul, body expires but probably not until after your final gasp, be here today!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. May 28th, 2020 AD @ 4:25 PM PST *OutMyColdDeadHands #OOMCDH MOLON LABE
{ Adventure begun today with my better 1/2, #NailedIt this AM, drafted this while jammin’ to the mighty #GeorgeCarlin link @ https://youtu.be/FVVo036N9OY & #AlbertWenger link @ https://youtu.be/t8qo7pzH_NM }
 
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

#PreApocolypticRock @SamFish @SamanthaFish #SamanthaFish #Dolemite

APPLTREE HIJINX, ADAM’S FLYBYS
Richard Joseph Stephan · Wednesday, May 27, 2020
------- #BitchOnTheRun ------
Hey, they didn’t lock me up to stop me from playin’ music and writin’ poetry for good god fun
Underneath the apple tree of goods and evils that fill in the blanks of where you come for tea
Old and dead men brought me here to be with the other children of all Dead mankind’s guns
It’s a matter of time and space it runs the dozens in, He damned the dozens, yo #Dolamighty.

Punks tryin’ to get into the locked gates of heaven, we threw down souls to an apple system
Shouldn’t have bitten off the piece, couldn’t chew it without incisors, canines and molars in
Trouble without the happy ending that can’t come, impotent head and feet in puddles of mud
Who can find the secret of Nothing in particular, Everything in general, a blind men can see!

Darkness, empty of the burning atoms firing off the damns of God or the gods or the matrix
This here song remains the same melody & rhythm & pitch of claw hammers turnin’ the trix
Greetings from outer space’s planet of a dot in the black and blue, all gone at sunrise’s blink
Shakin’ woman walkin’ the bones up and down the sidewalks and roads to the suck & stink.

Nobody will save you and you won’t save anybody but yourself, on your own dam of the gods
Broken and repaired from the origin’s garden to the destination’s junk yard garbage dumps
See what I see and hear what I hear, understand the gist of the revelations, you’re all phqd up
Just because your mother and father conceived you, standing up on the comedy’s guffaw cup.

Aliens from other worlds, just this world in a BC, 2 millennia down, one 20th century clown
Naked apes in sheets, dresses, skirts, pants, blouses, shirts, socks, brown shoes gettin’ around
Cause of the light is an explosion of atomic matter, dark star full of a black light’s homegrown
Shakin’ and rattlin’ and rollin’ down the highway, lookin’ for trouble to keep it a silent sound.

Who says this to you or texts this to you? You will be in the suck of gravity in perpetuity, God
It is the atheist way to say the thing, the word and then deny what’s said, cancelled grass’ sod
Freedom from the gravitational collapse is impossible, the trick is to pretend you’re a legend
Story is that you’re feathers, skin, bones and a bloody mind in a numb skull’s brain, The End.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, May 27, 2020 A.D. @ 5:55 AM PST
{ Drafted in an #AdamAndEve apple tree loop of Buddy Guy #WhatKindOfWomanIsThis from outer space on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0zhV99Bvrgg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, May 26, 2020

#Skinheads #Greasers & #Doopers @Stargard @Santana @FaithHill @JJGrey @MOFRO #HOMER

TAKE A KNEE, HOMER’S STARGOD
Richard Joseph Stephan · Tuesday, May 26, 2020
------------ #CompleteTheZero ------------
Still of the daytime when Mr. Sequestrate’s axe is present, hammer and sickle to pound hurt
Underfoot. underarms & down the side slab of ribs that won’t be BBQ’d COVID, DNA sings
Souls undergrounded, melted ice of northern and southern magnetic poles, dirty ball of dirt
If your mom and pop couldn’t tell you, what are you in for?... a mayhem without any inklings.

If y’all cannot survive the viruses and infections and we all die, that’s the way it goes #HAIR
It’s the nature of being human, all too human like you and I are, we’re all in this together, not
We’re all alone, single and solitary, nobody gets out alive and there’s no company to visit Bro!
Last gasp of gas, last two blinks and a wink, you have what you came for, nothing but the air.

It’s all due to the fur, the hair that we’ve covered our naked skin with, evolution of hot bones
Animals need it and plants do not, if your roots are in the ground of being, you’re hot to trot
If disconnected with fins, wings or feet then the Earth is your ground of being with iPhones
Flat Stanley’s imaginary place in space is what your mother left you, invented womb of her.

Bums and junkies that have always been on Earth, they are men and women, humans of God
It’s the handiwork of an almighty designer of DNA genes, this is what we’ve got, thank you sir
We ran but lost all of our breath and lost our way back to the center, back home where milk is
Fat, skinned and dressed folk, cocoa or vanilla, drunk on milk, ate birds, pigs, bats to be food.

People are the food of the gods, eaten animated memories of what you did while you lived life
No recorded history, they persuaded you when you were young and naive, God is the alewife
We all need the ale to complete the full circle, innocence to awareness of being and not being
At the end of the good times, a free bird attracts the end of It All, US, Infinity’s all or Nothing.

Sun never rises, it’s your illusion, your blind faith in things that are here, changin’ the blocks
Brothers and sisters of mine know but they can’t tell anyone but their own true self, we dead
It’s your great, great grandmothers and their own great, great grandfathers bald dead heads
This dumped on our heads, a crush of Beauty and Goodness, above & below the hard rocks.

I took a knee for the law enforcement to head off the chaos at the pass, it’s always comin’ over
Mixed up chronological orders of Time, scrambled the hand in the glove for outer-space lover
All of those homeruns blazing over the center-field fence had me going for a minute, swing!
Get the bat off of your shoulder, fight the heat comin’ in for a strike, here’s a homer! #Ding!
by
r j j stephan, i
c. Tuesday, May 26th, 2020 A.D. @ 6:66 AM PHT

{ Jammed out of my face this AM while listenin’ to JJ-Grey & JJ Grey & Mofro on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/GPlucqNQu2g }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?