#ricoSacto

Friday, February 11, 2022

#WhoGoosedTheMoose #MyMama #YoPapa #SuperbowlLVI #GooseMothers & #WhichWitchIsWhich?

STILLBORN APES, BLUES, MORTAL SIN & HIGH DESPAIR
In the light of an unholy darkside of a full moon, where the sun's hide in a penumbra drone
For the sake of reason and a rational choice to be alive or not to be alive, y'all have fun, son
Perfect choice between a rock and a hard place, you've got nowhere to go out any exit door
Window of opportunity in & out of this place in Space & Time, pizza in a penthouse, devour.

Apollo to Zeus with or without the Isis and eyes of the Greco-Roman pantheon of ghosts
None too alive to be here and now right out of the box, they're words on rock & rice roll
Everything once up in smoke at the inevitable Nova or collapsing gravity's holy sepulchre
Dramamine dream within a dream was all it was cracked up to be, before I ate the pasture.

Grass is all gone, nothing more nor less than the seedless ground of potential flower growth
Absence of malice in the monks who learned to be without underwear or underarm scents
For reason's cool light of the infrared burn, the conclusion deduced is all you need, I indent
If and only if this is the silence that's golden then Nothing is A Thing, sign #LVI Superbowl Sin.

Masked and required to be a good guy chasin' down bad guys, a half-time of #CoolRapGods
#LVISuperBo has the score, it's an already done deal, you bet on the winner, high & low loser
Tight behind impossible to get in or out of, full of the processed matter turned trash of toads
Not our fault, look at the way the ball bounces, down due to the pull of the OLD undertaker.

You care or you don't give a hoot, if you're a cowboy or cowgirl, you know what I mean, so
Either you're all in or you're out for the duration of the struggle, you ain't my dependent ho
What I am is what I am & what you are, that's up to you, so figure, analyze conceptual chit
If what you see in the mirror, in the darkness without any light, is Nothing, then you got It.

Followed the science from the origin to the final destination, it is it's own super bowl of Ends
Common or not, every fraction has a numerator and denominator, what else is there friends?
You have some secret data from the Ones who died & left you Boss of the Words, who cares?
Now & then, you're cool essence, all too cool Hu-Man, too human, Easter rabbithole's hairs!

Splashin' the recycled, dirty laundry which has been in and out of the restaurant cave salons
Smoke and drink of your preference just as much as you can inhale and ingest, chicks & sons
Maybe the fathers are unknown, maybe they're suspected of being all the conceptions' Ones
Respect for your soul, your body & everything that you are NOT, friend, foe & the stars' suns.

Collapse with me, fall into the categories of substance and be the anomaly you thought died
Meaning to be dead and gone is to know what it's really like to be the One who doesn't care
If you don't know that the creation is attempting to cause it's own extinction, I abandon me
Not your fault about the murder, the wars, the accidental collisions of faith, hope & charity.

Here we go again, the prediction of the end is near, it's coming while you all are now & here
Tails chased in an infinite circular bunch of jerk-offs, they think that they are a living, evil fear
Counting, spelling, math and language, ethnography cannot infuse immortal, pyramid slaves
Exposed grandma's skull & bones, you knew IT would happen, #CoVid19's a mortal sin graves.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, February XIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1010 AM #SuperbowlLVI #RAMSwinning
{ Killed a Word while listenin' to #KillAWord by @EricChurch on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/R3rR9euQ5-4 & #Resolutions #StayHungry @SebastianManiscalco link @ https://youtu.be/iuVVUl3YL7o & https://youtu.be/-sltIbrWSWw & THE #mESSEDuPoRIGINSoFmOTHERgOOSE link @ https://youtu.be/CoDDeIdfoMM }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, February 10, 2022

#MyLifeLooksAlrightOnTheGreenScreen #JamesDean #LeanAndMean #ImmaculateCollections & #MyOldLV #TheEagles

LET'S GO BRANDON!

PAPA VINCENZO LOMBARDI, ANGELIC RAMS WIN, DON'T PREACH

Nothing is more nor less than the phantasm right before your lying eyes, innocent nose
A dance with Spirits that bump one another in the night, a foregone conclusion blows
You will either be or not be happy with the fact that you're alive & exist on Earth dirt
Walking after crawling and beginning to run everything in sight, all that is, I am a flirt.

All nuclei in every cell of Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen & Carbon are One Nation of God
Another tiny brain with a mind like the rationalists and metaphysicists on a down low
Female, anthropic essence of the Yang, flip side of the Yang, Yin It is, battle of Kung Fu
Defending Life, The One, in & out of every form of life, circular jerk in a strange brew.

Morons moved the unmoved mover & brought the battle here & now, front & center
Weened from stepmother's teats, one after another dried up like a desert's hot sand
Sudden suspension of belief to tend to the survival of the most fit among the herd skin
That would be me, myself & I, no other than that, without me, it's dream cancellation.

Say it more than once, repeat ad infinitum for the young & old enough to know better
Peter, my great, great grandfather's great, great grandmother used to say, go 'scatter'
Trouble every day and night just trying to eat and stay happy, mean and sad kids rule
Every continent of daddies and mommies gave nobody any choice, ape DNA cesspool.

Sleep or stay wide awake as long as your bones remain stoned and happy to fight it
All bad, that evil apostate, staying alive, being unhappy that it's all over, a dead end
In the sea, above the atmosphere's gas, in the Void of nothing but Madonna & a god
Reality getting to be the fermented fiction it's always been, scared apes, bleed blood.

Celebrate the action & reaction as long as you can, it's not for you, get a heavenly buzz
If you have any karma from the past or the present, you've got a debt, tip's in the cup
You will repeat this trip if you don't until you equalize the thing, in you, in me, all of us
The Way's down, front & center there, #WIN now, ram champs, it's all over, light it up!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, February Xth, MMXXII @ 1:11 PM PST
{ #PushedOverTheBorderLIne @Madonna https://youtu.be/UstnMc__m54 & @TheEagles https://youtu.be/WeuaxvEI9Dw?list=PL5-XPpppyBaLKFjB78EjzE9piUm6y6mOH #Borders links }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, February 09, 2022

#SuperbowlLVI #TiedZeroToZeroInOT#CheerTailsFormOfTheHuman

 

ABOVE OR BELOW, 2022 #SuperbowlLVI

Incantation of the #SugarChuckles blown, arid air of recycled comet gas
Why you treat others like you don't wanna be treated, so put on your mask
Mugs' sickle cells, mutated RNA of Earth's orbital polarity, slave ship ahoy
I live just like every other son of Cicero & Chicago, paper routed altar boy.

Got music lessons, practice makes perfect, takin' bus drives back & forth
Got altarboy and choirboy and paperboy chores, time for pucks and balls
On or off of the ice, in a gym or out on the alley court, asphalt or concrete
Drumming up the dreams out of nowhere, rehash the IRL imagined sheet.

Honor mother's illegitimate conception of you, all here & now, be good kid
Fear nothin' other than Fear itself, fear the Fear, that's a wrap, it'll be done
Funk from the wagging tails of dogs, fly all over everywhere, what God did
In stealthy, invisible, untraceable form other than a deduction assumed It.

There is one way or another for you to find and evaluate the first premises
Moronic idiots, ignorant minds of the silver spoons & golden geese highs
Fiction of believing in the validity of the Science is ready & set to dissipate
With or without you and I, things themselves remain the same, divine Fate.

Step onto my slippery slope to jump to a conclusion that life is accidental
A random collision of atoms, Hydrogen to Neutrinos in a vacuum of #Hehl
Melted, disintegrated into a degraded biological robot, eat all gov't cheese
No charge to you, just eat what you've been gifted, bread, wine & a breeze.

Upon wakening from the slumber you've been in, never fill all of the cups
Doctor left the building, a finished Master's or a dissertational pHd scree
Pit & the Pendulum, if True is the rest of the story, the end of old foe f-ups
Truth about lies slipped on a slope of Reason's rhyme, all One, me or thee.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mercredi, February IXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 12:12 PMPST
{ Bled out of the jugular vein before high noon, waitin' for the delicatessen to deliver...  oh, I'm the One, jammed this little ditty out while listenin' to @Weezer #TheEndofTheGame from #VanWeezer on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/nBCRXu6eqMs }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?