#ricoSacto

Saturday, February 19, 2022

#EyesFoundSomebody #YOU #ME #WE @RunDMC ...from A 2 Z #HighRoadLowBalls

BACKBONE SLIPS, KICKS, MOTHERS OF GODS & HOLY FATHERS
Red pencil in a note below the text type, crypto log @Anonymous' Code right now, swung
Cryptographic lines and dots of indian ink or pencil lead & tip of a holy etch-a-sketch pen
Who comes and goes in and out of the body of work, the set of 208 bones of Zsa Zsa zen
As above it all as I always am since the day I almost lost my breath forever, a song sung.

You knew everything about the whole shebang a long time ago but you made no peep
The Truth about your own personal place in the machinery we call Reality is transparent
Translucent too and maybe even transphobic due to species extinction self guilt, I sent
All Time in this Space, inside of me & outside of me, tender rhapsody's lull me to sleep.

Pray silently or out loud in every case there's Nothing to receive the transmission to wit
Meaning of the things themselves, in a myriad of forms and families of likes & the unliked
Back to Miami or up to Seattle but first Los Angeles to Chicago & Bangor, way up country
Great lakes made when all of the H2O dried up, left the super deep holes, bad smell city.

Hurting in the world on this Earth's surface or in the air and what's left of the sea, my pain
I own it and it impacts my senses through my nerves that stay on edge awaiting the Ends
Understanding the alerts that give the sirens a magic trick to mend the mind of the brain
It ain't as easy as it looks, to cast the spell and cause the effect and be able to be all mens'.

Every slum human is a distant lovers' precocious zygote to psi corpse, a surreal purple haze
In and out of the squeeze of the changes from the infancy to the geriatric adulthood psi phase
Compared to afterlife when an antibody, beautiful or decrepit, was better than a dillecti one
I don't want to be a Debbie Downer, yet somebody's gotta be, the End is One and It's Done.

Style recognized as a copy of an original, never been in the world before and won't be again
Mere words were all there were to explain, a same old story, nouveau words of foggy fates
Amazing to be teaching the unknown to the ones who find incomprehensibility to be insane
For not being killed by the bad men and bad women on Earth, orphans & ignorant inmates.

by
r j j  stephan, i 
c.  Samedhi, February XIXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 111 PMPST

{ #Downlinked the #Upload in duality with prejudice and a fixation on prevarication of W O R D  & listenin' to @TheMarshallTuckerBand #HeardItInALoveSong & HITS on LINK @  https://youtu.be/ZkOsccnyFWs}
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Friday, February 18, 2022

#CosmicDebris #GodsGarbage @Frank_Zappa #Genius #OlympicJuiced #DieInYourArmsTonight #Everlast #WayGone #BrooksUndDunn

BUBBA PURPLE BARCODIN' & HOLDIN' RED SOLO CUPS
Drunken out of nowhere, the dead flowers bloom in starlight & H2O gas
Merry men and good fellows who require nothing but the accented pass
Thinking there's a remote probability that this here's a real world  crime
We waited for One to come leave Wisdom's rhyme, now we outta Time.

Imploding into the neutron you've never seen nor heard of, you feel me?
Driven to the Ends of a line where mobs turnabout to return to my scree
Hearing misinterpretations of the Word of the frank who drink in steins
Danger is the potential yet an avoidable predicament that requires signs.

Caution, Stop or Go but not all at one and the same time, you feel me son
Vaccinate this into your arm or arse, it's required to make you whole too
Not only knowing that Truth is a shock but also that your Ego's an illusion
Got a lot of nerve, cover yo' face, I'm all #Doublespeakin' & #Barefootin'.

Calculus and the trigonometry perform the exercise of your tiny mindset
So real, you thought you'ere everything in the world on the way to bliss
All of the others are secondary or tertiary upto & including fakin' regret
As if you care one bit about the subject or object of predication analysis.

Trophies all fell down on the ground and broke into a million pieces, I did
Done damage without able to use the tool of Reason with insight of a kid
Fans of the babies and toddlers and young guns and baby makers of 2025
Liberty means you know the Law & you modify your intent to satisfy Jive.

Take a stand, continue acting as if you're in charge, God's felonious assault
It's like this & like that, you know what I mean, you know it ain't my fault
I got here post game, it'd already begun & it was all One & now It Is done
Collected two bills but then landed squarely on Go To Jail, I went, I am In.

Your drive within is not your own, you own it but it ain't your fault, pawn
Yet a couple fraudulent paths ahead, War or Peace, #BLM humane dawn
Cash flow in and out of the foreign legion of idiots & morons sock it to me
I am not the One in charge, that I can tell you, SET FREE, a reader will Be!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, February XVIIIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Abstracted while jammin' on #WaynesWorld #GulfWarBit on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/bi_t54HNeIg }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, February 16, 2022

#ALLJackedUP #AllDownWithUP @PIXAR #Swell


SOMETHING ABOUT BEING ALL #JAqED-UP ON @CHUCKLES & @Pi
You're not in with the in-crowd and you don't know what the in-crowd knows, see?
It is less your fault than the obliteration of cultural expression, extinction in the air
Our mamas all knew that this was all a temporary lapse of the world's Time share
Space never full of wasted ilk 'cause it's The Wasteland itself, fake podcast scree.

Mugshots and gunshots, just because you had no control over 1, gunpowder, so
You get what you got, little kids being recruited by the big, bad boys & bad girls
Motherless children & their lost lambs turned into the sheeple of the flock's curls
Boring a deep hole into the ground brings you out the other side, a sky dive, bro!

Many splits into an infinite display of sub-atomic charm, east of a north pole hole
Kids, children, offspring both planned & accidental, way more often slowin' the roll
Of being the clickbait of worms & hooks of the COW fishermen, this is God's play
On stage from first to last act & Finale, actor or actress, a giant Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum.

Pulling over to the side of the road as I've run out of electricity on the avenue, I'm
That's it, the name of the avenue is "I'm" and I ain't foolin' around in Space-Time
There's a signal and a sign on every corner, on every street and highway, go fish
There are many in the sea, they know to avoid the hook or they're dead, I do wish.

If I can't catch the food for my life and those dependent, we'll all perish in the sky
Up, up and away from the bottom lines on the ground, where fire burns up & out
Angels came only in the mind, they would not skip dimensions of imaginary fiction
Only you know, deep down in your holy oneness, this is it, all you get, "Now ride!"

by
r j j  stephan, i  #NoCandyArsesDisallowed #YouAreWelcome

c.  Mercredi, February XVIth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST

{ #MyLiverKillsAllAlcohol drafted while jammin' to #FightThePower by @TheIsleyBrothers on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8QZvoOqUkqw & @Everlast #DieInYourArms link @ https://youtu.be/d1oSDRTvazc & #AllJackedUp by @Gretchen_Wilson link @ https://youtu.be/D0wAQNzK0Ow  }

F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?