#ricoSacto

Tuesday, July 20, 2021

@AlvinAndTheChimunks @Aerosmith #RunDMC @ACDC #UncleKracker & a plethora of music bards!


 
CAREER ENDING FORM OF THE INVISIBLE MATTER, ACCIDENTS ARE IMPOSSIBLE
In the absolute center of everything exploded out of the Big Banger, there I am too
With or without you yet present in the presence where Earth psychology of a tomb
Deep space all around, above and below this hot mud full of the fairy's tales of a tot
Monsters and just regular ancestors who are about 50 or 60 generations, great scott.

Into the futility too deep to return it to me, I digress into the category of neighborhood
Nature of reality, why it matters that you know what it is before you die in cold blood
Maybe while you're awake otherwise you'll forget if it's when you sleep, Truth spoon
Smooth as honed steel or spun silk, a flight of winged plastic take Alice to the moon.

You will be bent if you don't get bent as suggested by being all too humanly sent about
Filling your mind with the pain, the suffering, the pleasure and enjoyment of my clout
To be or not to be myself & have no control over anyone but myself, neither any good
I am the only one who will die when it's time for me to die, you too, you're dead blood.

Lame punks and poison ingestion in mind and body leads to the extinction of species
Mark the target in the middle of the bullseye, circles around the invisible point tease
As if anyone has a skill to supernova our sun or create an atmosphere around a rhyme
Follow me home, you become alive, nurture and unto decline, vanish from SpaceTime.

Here's a perfect variant, everybody will die before they are 100 years old, no exception
Quite frankly, I want to say that officially, you don't know like I know, the mortality sin
Dow's up and down for either a predictable or unpredictable reason, like a clown's face
Love and water evaporate into Space, Fire won't burn dirt, Air is over and out in Space.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July 20th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 11:11 AM PST
#CorporationsHateLosing #WinningIsEverything
{  Created this AM listenin' to @KennyChesney & @UncleKracker #WhenTheSunGoesDown on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/eGLdbpmXrbQ }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Monday, July 19, 2021

#CapitolAirShowsComin' #PizzaPieForAll #AllPizzaForOne @Sopranos @Santana @TinStar @TwoAndAHalfMen @CharlieSheen @Prince #BlueAngels



PERPETUAL IONS, AHA!  INFINITY'S CLOSEUP TIN STAR
Put on your big boy hat now, you're either a man, a mouse or a woman, that is all
No flaws in the philosophy's rationality, deductive logic's log rhythms of a dirt ball
Full of fossilized gas that used to be a part of the super-Nova and now a mere speck
Dust among the matter and energy that make up the MC squared, made from Dick.

A tiny one or a major elephant one, either way the injection is final, not one gets In
All of the others die a not so humane death and become metabolized into wasted sin
Venial or mortal, all too human brains and minds which practice avoiding death of salt
In the disease or by the accident, either way, it's over when it's over & it ain't my fault.

Terrific terror confronts the one and the many the same way, get ready to die or fight
For your life or the life of the ones you've decided to love more than yourself, alright
End's near, nobody knows how close that may be, So Ho Ohio blue-tip to fire up a bowl
Burned on the news at five and ten, an unusual anomaly of a green gorilla Canna roll.

Hold your stocks, sell your stocks, I'll buy your stocks, stock up on a stockade's sky dung
That's all there's left at The End, when you can breathe nothing & live as if you are dying
No clothes on to impair the wings in flight, a long way to the top of the world's tip, apex
Headed North, South, East or West matters little to the Void, you're luck will outrun Sex.

Survival of the ones who've reproduced One's DNA, nothing more nor less than my DNA
Spirits in the day or the night have no DNA, they have nothing of spirit, nothing in a hole
Be that as it may, you & I are remaining alive in a pool of water & dirt, 7 or 11 dice to say
That said, don't panic 'bout the ugly Truth of middle men pullin' our legs, they yell, let's roll.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, July 19th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST
{  Drafted while listenin' to @ChrisJanson #PowerOfPositiveDrinkin' under the neon lights over on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/rSSGFVL4bwE }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Sunday, July 18, 2021

#GiveItUp #ArchangelEarsWideOpen #EyesBlindedByLight #TheKid #NothingRests #NothingIsAtRest #WaitWhat? #HERMES



HEY KID, MIND YOUR MOTHER, ABOVE & BELOW ONE APEMAN'S EXTINCTION
As it always has been in the past several trips around the HOLY sun, 69 for me & dead you
Whether you know me or know It or not, it's still The Thing's Truth be told, to be not two
All One, both you & I, nobody else here in this room with us, primate ball games of face
Just give up the ghost to nobody other than a Void of an empty hole we dub out, Space.

Between Thing-Space, there's a profound notion, anti-matter is a genius' communista soho
Got milk answers from cows far beyond the shamanic drums I hear drowning out the blow
From exploding atoms ninety-three million miles away from us, One surface ridin' dirty rock
Disrespected everything by just being here & now, alive eating plants & animals, hen & cock.

Powers that will never be on Earth do not exist yet, that is a mutation waiting to happen now
Random collisions of atomic substance will inevitably cause both creation of form & extinction
Shapes of the bones which contain the flowing Verve inside of the solid gas, a man or woman
Humming sounds that stars like our sun contribute OM Oneness' cosmic, deadhead evolution.

Now that I have your attention, sit down all alone in the darkness with only the OM within It
208 bones resonate in synchronicity like an empty, hollowed out cave with monks in chant fit
Won't stop until the nature that is within and without calls for the payment in full, to die for
All worth the trip, short or long, good, bad or ugly 'cause the alternative is LOVE, ALL you got!

Drums are the animal skins and the heavy metal shins, tin armor to protect my balls & hearts
From the pierce of the sharp points of foreign heavy metal projectiles, comin' for rocks rolled
War games without rules & winner takes all, back to the graves of fake-men, android upstarts
All the faithfully departed, all gratefully dead & gone, it was a ruse, you're Jerry!  You're gold!

Why are you still here reading words that you cannot comprehend the meaning of?  You nuts
There's no other explanation for your return to read this over a second time, I feel all the cuts
Your memories of what you've been taught since the age of reason sprouted from the DNA Id
Extinction of Many is immanent eventually, forms of it all, shape at One of me, I am, #TheKid.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, July 18th, 2021 Anno Domini @ 7:77 AM (OST)
{  Student of Nothing drafted during #DeepTranceHum #ShamanicDrums link @ https://youtu.be/ivCOrc1HWxI & REWARD of @WARtheBand #HITS & @TheKybalionByThreeInitiates #TeachingOfTheSevenHermeticPrinciples @ https://youtu.be/3zWKrVibH64 }
FINIS
W.W.A.R.D.?