#ricoSacto

Thursday, February 04, 2021

#IAintTheWayYouFoundMe #NowOrLater

<3 <3 <3
A DEAD LINE, A COMMITTED MENTAL CASE CLOSED FOR MONKEY BUSINESS
If and only if you believe that you know anything at all, follow this logical game, a reasoning
Mankind includes your taxes and pension in the mix, all of y'all angels know a One, no-thing
From swamps & deltas to mountaintop ranges of light's remnants of a shining, very dark Star
Burned out from solar animation through infinite space forever, still, it is what all of y'all are.

Being bold is no panacea but it does provide a sense of bravery, fear no evil at muscle shoals
Pall bearers minimized the loss of the loved or admired ones, all spirits gone in black pie-holes
To be or not to be is Not the only question but it leads to the answer, guess is as good as mine
Governor of Life, you are finally, once you've decided to back off or to go at the red stop sign.

You actually have no choice or an free will, no reason to believe blind faith axioms NYC to LAX
To know nothing is to know about all you can know, everything else is conjecture, suspect facts
Dolls and cowboys, paupers and politicians, priests and holy people who believe in high power
Go to the dispensary to get blown away from a flower's garden of Eden into bliss' oblivion tier.

Away and again, ad infinitum, for real and in a somnambolistic stupor you can stuff it up in you'z
Deeper inside holes below to the pie hole and skull cracks up into heaven's empty nest of blues
Country living or squandered life and death in the naked city, junk the people wear pants upon
Not only me but every single one of the beings here and now all of us, here & now, dream ON!

Cartoons of the past, present and future from Flintstones to the Jetsons, I'm your honeybee doll
To inseminate & pollinate or mitotically divide the Oneness' eggs, God danmed suns to be fried
Bacteria and the viruses of the First Cause have become what you see reflected from Fall to Fall
May you disintegrate and concentrate on the Void for a moment in Time, angels died, Gods lied.

Not only will you be happy but also you'll strive to avoid pain, to be paupers bowing to a czar
When you have no control of any feature of this or that now or in the future, then you will see
That the only thing you'll ever get to know for sure, is that you're thinking or think that you are
Path taken down the middle, up the lazy river by the old mill stream, pretension's a given, me!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  February 4th, 2021 A.D. @ 2:22 AMPST
{  Jammed out in the AM while in Golden Silence & then some @BlakeShelton #Honeybee & hits @ https://youtu.be/zgAS8eWAIK8 or on my blog @ https://rjjstephan.blogspot.com/ }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?
 

Wednesday, February 03, 2021

#HoneyComb & #HoneyBees #GladWeHadThisTalk

 
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A CHAINED APEMAN DREAMIN' IN A PENITENTIARY FOR LIFE & DEATH
On a clear day, the shade of the night hides in the gangways where many angels flood
With the scents of boiling greens or some polish porridge, I walked & tripped like a god
As if I was immortal, unconscious of my mortality and easy damage to skin and bones
Matters to nobody but all of us, me, myself & I, the three musketeers' sword drones.

Followers loving and hating the gnarled fingers, spiderweb of the gramma's hands smokin'
Keepin' us all in line, ready to be programmed by the mighty machine, an altar boy servin'
Picking up the Latin language of a High Mass was no problem for an Irish-Italian superboy
There were many more than me, myself & I, serving the Roman Catholic sacrifice of God.

Sadness drippin' onto my feet and my manicured tip toes, sideways & crazy comedy-tragedy
Wait long enough and it will rear it's ugly head, figuratively and right on the bookie's money
Seems like you and I had a good talk the last time we got mad, you feared I was a shot of gin
But I was just a jigger of Jack, it's just a thing me & my kin did for free, last one down hatchin'.

Here's one thing that will give you a chill and make you spill your glass of wine, hands on deck
Welfare to keep the children safe enough to grow up and hack into the every database click
Company or one, independent grandma or child from a dysfunctional delusion, American ways
Fine as the ends and the means that comprise the whole shebang, no immortals of a solar daze.

Hold on tight because the ride's gonna get a bit bumpy, if you know what I mean sugar, an ace
Hearts in front of diamonds, in a most respectful way, sugar, a sweet concoction, a lot of taste
Could have been the appearance of the real things that I saw decades ago, a UFO all in my mind
That's what the shrink on base told me, said I was #FitForDuty, no worries about aliens of mine.

Known & occult that will never be, it's not for all eyes but for your eyes only, aw honeysuckle
It's diamonds, silk or a sweet thing like honey or a gigabyte of cash, penny stock's bum heaven
Drawn in the sand, my line has disappeared and now I've gone back to the #GitGo, once again
Buzzing and burning out from being sunny days and shade trees to make it on God's freckle.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Wednesday, February 3rd, 2021 A.D. @ 3:33 AMPST
{  Jammed while jammin' to @Blake_Shelton #HoneyBee & #RedRiverBlue link @ https://youtu.be/zgAS8eWAIK8 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, February 02, 2021

#Godzilla #KingKong & OF COURSE, #YoMama #ResistanceIsFutile

💋👀👄

JACKED UP ON PURPLE, FRUITED PLAINS & MONOPOLY CASH, IT'S SOMETHIN'

Affirmative inaction for the realm of Space's Void, all that's left after it's over, butter churned
A complete line of Time from first conscious awareness unto the final milk game, light burned
Muffled screams in a foam pillow, it hurt to be whipped & slapped 'fore my blackbelt & blade
A degree unknown & unfathomable to humane humanity, deep ends down a middle pathway.

Genius and literal idiots and morons fill the genome's DNA with variable funk to be copied
As it is both above the sky we see down here and below the burnt star dirt, ground of being
You, me & all of the rest of the whole corpuscle of muscle within and without us, gad Zeus
It's all you have left, memory of the shock of conception and rejection of the con-deception.

Man & woman moved by an A-game's chess player, a nowhere man lost in a moving talkie
It won't melt in the place where the sun doesn't shine, no worries to be or not to be a leach
It's a moot point & only a concern of the holy innocent crew from the occult saga of stony
All that is left after a SuperNova is the Singularity, ad infinitum, Amen, you sons of a beach!

Burned by nothing intentionally yet in the form of ashes and dust, it came down to this
And that and the other thing, you know the thing, it's a word that is unsaid by the fist
In the face or in the solar plexus, the bones meet the meat and justify the absurd fixing
For the people who look like skeletons walking with clear, invisible skin, queen checking!

Bucking systems, yesterday & today will get me one more day with sins, make me frown
All of the people on all seven continents, in the air and on the ground, afloat on spacing
Talking and providing cover for the protection of the users who use me for the thinking
Kings are born, slaves are appointed, weak and strong to work, the Way up to get down.

Brothers some, sisters several, cousins a legion of followers of the good, the bad and ugly
Funny yet tragic as the clowns who paint their tears upon golden faces of purple people
Take the wealth if it's not left inside your mind, within your conscious purview of the Ends
Crucified my saviors & anthropomorphic skulls' pyramids, outside upon church steeples.
 

by
r j j  stephan, i  
c.  Mardi 2 fevrier 2021 Anno Domini à 9 h 11, heure normale du Pacifique
{ Drafted Tea to @GladysKnight - #GrammasHands &  favs @ https://youtu.be/Inyzvxw0dLM }
 FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?