#ricoSacto

Sunday, July 12, 2020

#KillingTimeAndSpaceInAWhiff #CircleTheSquaresWithTriangles #EmptyDrinks? #FillerUP #PREGO

JUST ‘CAUSE YOU THINK, PREGO!
Richard Joseph Stephan · Sunday, July 12, 2020
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It’s a matter of a Trinity of souls merged into One big ball of confusion, an atomic cornucopia
Bursting bubbles of empty conceptual formulations, nothing to see, nothing but the hot licks
Nobody hears or comprehends the conceptual analysis of the good and evil of Life, a panacea
Here and now or there and then, everywhere all the time, I Am all there is, it’s not for #kicks.

Sort of a punishment/reward system for the sons of the gods to convert ignorance to wisdom
Peeking out from behind the curtain, a stage is set and the play has begun, it’s all gonna come
Before you know it, before I can tell you the whole story, it will be over like it was never here
Nobody can be around when the entire essence is revealed, a Mind, a Brain, a Man or a Bear.

Claws to climb the trees and to kill the enemy, sharp as razors, I am weaponized, I am Man
You are whomever you’ve found yourself to be, lucky you can even read this, must be a fan
Kidding but not really, all fans have expired, they’ve run their course, forgot what they said
To revolve into the vortex of wind sucking and blowing the dirty, flamboyant Id’s deadhead.

A viral odoriferous whiff of a viral RNA that attaches to human DNA, caused by Woman, Sam
Both have the blame, the nature of humanity will be extinct in due time, in due space of I am
Where nobody on Earth will ever find the link to a moment everything dies in a NY moment
We are the monsters we are afraid of, we can’t live with or without, the DNA of the dormant.

How many pills times one hundred years can you swallow? 1000 every year, 100,000 is all
Oh my God or gods or goodness, that’s a lot of pills in a hundred years but just a way to Be
Just to stay alive and ambulatory rather than dead and buried or in any case, pass the ball
Inside a ball of confusion, a reality you neither asked for nor created, you accept the sun/sea.

Nothing greater than the Ends of the Means at the end of the road, all sharp points are moot
Conclusions from propositional logic still make sense but in the End, in the Omega deep root
Nothing’s left to be, all of the atoms and molecules of the gas, liquefied or solidified is all I am
Nonsensical illogical conclusions reasoned from false assumptions’, plumes of flimflam Man.

My eyes have it but what It is, only God knows. orange tailed 707 flyin’ higher than God’s fun
It all comes into view when the world presents itself and allows anyone to mount it’s mound
Coconut, chocolate and four almonds is all I need to take you down, to the dentist’s patience
One of these days Alice or Betty, Alex or Pedro are going to die and then they’ll see our skins.

There was a morality or ethical theory that obligated doing things to others, to be or not to be
Just because it was Right was not enough to control the raw animal within, the hunger sings
Tunes, melodies for everyone with or without ears to hear, vibrating minions making livings
Just because you’re used to seeing the liberty of doom on the horizon, dead and gone is free.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Sunday, July 12th, 2020 A.D. @ 11:11 AM PST
{ Drafted while jammin’ to #MonaLisa $antana1000000 https://youtu.be/WvA9d6n7Jzg }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, July 10, 2020

#StopKiddingAround #IWillNot @Nickelback @Santana

AS BELOW, ABOVE A HAMMER
Richard Joseph Stephan · Friday, July 10, 2020
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Something about saying Words shotgunned language, lovin’ you more than the allstars above
I am below the #woke imps and dark angels who have nothing, soul or body, no-blood love
Babies may come and go and eventually the final one will become ancestral fate, of yo’ mama
Trouble is what you think it is, just a little bit when it’s actually a whole lot of salt and peppa.

You and I even move along the same three dimensions from the point to the lines of figures
Shape of the container that envelops this Space and Time is a cube of six sides without doors
Nowhere to go except right on top or just below the surface, liquid and solid gas, Big Banged
Stuck in the muck and mire due to the fear of death and just dying in pain without cat purrs.

Orderly mess of the chaos into manageable compartments to analyze the suspect intellectual
Nothing to see in assumptions which may or may not be true, propositional logic deductions
Come to the circular argument’s wrapping up into the final inductions, appearing irrational
All over the tip of the top and falling or rolling down the peak to the foot, got grace and sins.

Dead and gone one day, someday unknown because it’s a worry that will kill you, so therefore
Hate when ‘so’ is said so much so that if you love somebody so, you’ll know I’ll be a so and so
Agreed to meandering minds moving from innocence into full wisdom mode, droppin’ dimes
All of the kings horses and men could not help the broken, fallen egg full of yolk, good times!

We are people we say that have the right to be free, even with a king, queen or magi dictator
Shining the Dark Star’s black hole and Singularity is not possible, yet it will happen anyway
Impossible dream dreamed puts me in the position of getting everything I want comes later
After breathing and pumping blood and not losing the flow of the slipstream in the holy fray.

Odds and ends connect at the origin because there’s no place else to go, it’s a closed circuit
Meaning and the key to the application of the Magic are closer than you might ever expect
Actually inside of your face, under your skin and flowing in every direction, DNA ignorant
Mathematical certainty is not the answer for the force of revenge against the contestants.

What is the necessary condition for the existence of the old men and old women, socialism
Give them their dues for living beyond the average time in Space, done returned to doom
Above the planet’s rocks and ice water from the recycling, living water, liquid gas’ arisen
Before the final curtain falls on the stage, encore finale has ended the wavelength’s sins.

Puns on the Words that flowed from the grunts and blows from chapped lips on horns blow
It is never my fault, it never was and it never will be, I take no responsibility, not obligated
I arrive a little late and my grief turns to sheer joy, just a few riffs from the axe masters Go
Congos and bongos beat the living dynamite out of the peace and quiet, breathe until dead.

Microscopic disorder of the light and sound until it’s unrecognizable from the empty hole
Beyond the atmosphere, spun out into the vortex of solid, liquid gas, Mercury onto Pluto
Doors of perception open and close as the subjects and predicates mate into nucleic acid
But why? Just because, that’s it? Not to be saved from my sins against the creator? Shit.

OK, let’s get this straight, it’s probably just me but I think it’s been too long since I’ve seen
Open lights on the surface to light up the infrared and ultraviolet realm of the Wet Dream
It is what it is, don’t shoot the messenger just because the Truth’s incredible, ain’t my fault
So, signify the dozens, always do, always will, ‘SO’ I am alive, no worries then, now wake up.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Friday, July 10th, 2020 A.D. @ 3:11 PM PST
{ Drafted while listenin’ to Carlos Santana #InSearchOfMonaLisa #SMOOTH eclectic random choices on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/95y10tZAzCw )
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, July 09, 2020

#WhatWouldYouDoIfYouDidNotDoWhatYouDid ? #GodKilledYourMaAndPa

VIRAL CORONA, ALL FALL DOWN
Richard Joseph Stephan · Thursday, July 9, 2020
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Excuse the moronic idiots for producing and directing the FBI show on a putz’ shaky ground
No band-aids or iodine can heal the wounds and scars of the minions who rule by the #Mob
Prowl the roads and byways for orphans and runaways from broken souls of the home-bound
In fractions of a century, we live and die for no reason at all, poor evil, rich good, all will rob.

Howling at the moon will not do a human much good but if you are food, predators will come
Hungry for the way to stay alive in the middle of green or concrete jungles, a hero and a bum
You will see what you’re meant to see for your own good, work off your own karmic crazy glue
Responsible for the actions and thoughts you have because it’s what you’ve been told to do.

Common knowledge and the power of experiential wisdom will not buy immortality, oh well
Not much you can do about that but you can attempt to survive in the hostility of the shrills
Chaos and mayhem reign on your parades down the main streets and monkey shine #Hell
Anarchy or monarchy will NOT coexist on the same planet, negative cancels positive skills.

Where to the idiots and morons go to K-12? Where did they get higher education? Greece?
Not likely since they may have learned something from pre-Socratic philosophy on It, Peace
Madre and padre to mend wounds of the scrapes and scratches of their progeny’s thin skin
Any shade of pale, blue and darker than purple, ultraviolet infrared radiation, suck it all in!

Get this straight, get off of your high horse, you don’t even ride y’all, now let us all get down
To brass tacks of the notion that Nothing Matters at all, I don’t mean pandemic ghetto clown
It’s in the country and in the city, this is a microcosm of any solar system, irreverent collapse
Dreaming of the civilization without the #TruckingTraffic, no #ToiletPaper, extinction lapse.

Gang bangin’ the concrete and asphalt until the children get bullied into the exiled DNA ids
Acid mixed in a module of Earth and it’s atmosphere revolving around a big, burning gas ball
Keeping this in mind, whether it’s divine or humane matters only after death, we take no bids
Climax of karma’s souls is the naked ape hook, a Cause of eternity, a proud, winged angel fall.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Thursday, July 9th, 2020 A.D. @ 4:11 AM PST
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?