#ricoSacto

Monday, May 02, 2022

@GreeksFreaksPlatoAristotleEyesKant #GrabItWitBothHands #DOGG

LIONS MERCY KILLIN' THE TAME, BUM-RUSHED EAST, WILD WEST CREATOR & BATTERED BOYS

Break given... it's exactly as it's always been, followed the bouncin' balls of Chicago's nearWest Side
Corresponding predicates to the subjects and objects, just the facts, all of the words stir up a riptide
Dragging everything into the maelstrom of the holy, soul terror of the unknown we're all a reduction
Simple minds or complex genius' prolegamena of any future metaphysics or categorical malfunction.

Did pretty good to get out of there alive, ran in between the cars in the streets, played hardball & craps
I won and lost and in the end, I'm here & still wide awake alive & not even #Woke, fat bottom bad raps
Air to breathe so the heart can beat & brain can produce mental matter and energy, spontaneous I say
Like a bucket of dirty rags full of dried turpentine & washed off paint, life's set to extinguish it's DNA.

Redemption for what, it's all an accident & I had nothing to do with the universe's natural ape origin
Neither did anyone I'm aware of either dead or alive & don't believe there's a savior comin' on down
From outerspace from some solar system's planet of nothingness, where God resides all alone, dead
God was always dead because the humans killed him and really had a caniption fit to boot, they said.

Messages on @Twitter and @Facebook for what?  The New World Order has the tools all in the dark
Babies before and after they're born, up on top of a boardwalk or underneath it, can't cease dancin'
Got to listening to the jam and lost track of dancin' in the darkness of Time & Space, mule's kickin'
Taken 10 days to do what i normally done, y'all should take approximately '5' minutes to explodin'.

Downtown 120 9th Street and up on 42nd and Broadway, parties forget to be over, it's always ON
Oz ain't nowhere we can't find the scat anywhere, it was here a moment ago, now a bum rush con
Whose odors and fabulous treatment center are Roto-Rootin' pumps to make all dreams come true 
From the perfume of France, love is the place in Space where nothing goes, a forever end of a loaf.

There's a plot for the story but it doesn't compute, a humble place where nobody is allowed, priority
There before you arrived and will no doubt be this bull- fake target, complexity and simplicity scree
Time killed, Space filled and it's always about a girl in a red sun dress, cow clippin' the wings are over 
All pretenders anyway, egos are invisible and go nowhere when they die, same place as ol' Red Rover.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, May 1at 911 PMPSTst, 2022 A.D. tryin' to rectify the means
{ Drafted while listenin' to @SnoopDogg get drunk on LIVE spit & venom, link on youTube @ https://t.co/kAzBCRd6oY }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Saturday, April 30, 2022

IV XX #AdInfinitum #PapaDontPreach #TikTokThis #MindVOIDeadEnds #KeepYoBabyMama #DaddyDaddio

@WOKE RHETORIC AIN'T MY FAULT #Supercalifragilisticexpealidotious
Monkeys see and mock the sight, it's an ape-like special, thoroughbred race purse
In the darkness without a light from the street's sun, the moon or hot campfire
Censor you because you're free and need to be a prince, monger's pauper curse
As you were, justice buried deeper than the misled disinformation funeral pyre.

Submerged down under the subways and elevated above & below turnpikes
Speechless every time the spotlight shines in my eyes, know all three are blind
Third eye light of a silvery, dead moon, satiates thirsty gods drunk on my wine
That Earth is moving without knowing it's moving, information revolution, fine.

 The Many RIP before I was conceived and I'll be One, like them in due time, wait
On the clock, a time piece of any type to measure the revolution of Earth's body
How long it takes by seconds, minutes & hours to roll around to the same Space
After the Wars come the brief Peace times I had the oven full of the baked Race.

All of the dead animals get baked, cooked or fried & get eaten to recycle to ol' devils
Way down under the tall oak & pine trees where I live, up and down yonder of villes
Bugs flyin' and crawlin' everywhere just like the kin folk and strangers who play silly
Jungles where the cats await my sight, on the corner, by the tavern, west side story.

Smoked 'em when I had the cigarettes, straights or filters, all were a Lucky Strike blow
Field stripped the end of the ash and wasted tobacco ends, recycled back to the smoke
Nearly invisible except for the leftover effect in the brain effects on mind & body bone
Apparently the addiction cuts your Time in Space in half or more, it's no accident tone.

Really want to die earlier than you deserve then continue the magical deletion of Life
Put you underground and maybe if your kin thinks about it, burn you too, up in smoke
No evidence that you were ever Here & Now, junk left behind less Sanford & Son relics
Safe section of a junkyard where only the sorrow survives, wounded, scarred, #WOKE!

Begin at the end of the story I've heard before you told it, you heard it from me, funny
You knew it was me in the story right?  Shots echo down the hallway, I got shot, sirens
Comin' for the bones, the street won't let me get to the doctor in time for the patchup
Let it all be, it's already gone anyway, not wounded, I'm dead, it's the jungle, Time UP!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Samedhi, Aprile XXXth, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Preachers hate the WORD, therefore I am sayin' WORDS for the #Plethora of beautiful human minds & bodies who #GetIt, #KnowWhereImCominFrom?  yup ... jammed to #TikTokCountryMusicDance in a loop @ https://youtu.be/8AxbQZiRPMc }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D?

Friday, April 29, 2022

#LynyrdSkynyrd etc, etc, etc... #ROCKSilverPlatinumGold

YOU CAN'T LIVE WITH THINGS YOU CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT, Y'ALL DIE!
She always kept the fire burnin', I let her go first, that's the program, so when in Rome
The gentle man, the good guy, nice guy, you the one that won't hurt your cruise, man
From shore to shore, sea to shining sea where the hair grows out of the barkin' sand
Bacon fryin' in a skillet, pig's points wavering on the surf, hung ten & I slid into home.

If you're not safely buckled into the seat, it'll be too rough of a ride for a weaker crush
That is a matter of opine and a matter of time in Space, random words boned up flesh
Mumbo jumbo mixed subjects' predication of objects make it, now dig it, trenches die
When it's the many in an infinite split of the Void, invisible to the freaks & a wiseguy.

Good and ugly so I can be as bad as the most beautiful gang banger bandana'd no find
Party in the covered-up patio, dog style or in mode of missionary, pedal down w/nine
Back way back, never to get up or get down with pops who died when I was baby boy
Bears and bulls came into the city ghetto, it's Watts or The Projects, hey matey, ahoy!

In the house, the cave, in the crib and wantin' nothing but all rest of fool's dues racked
They gambled they'd win and they lost their Jack, now it's mine & it's me the has-been
But there will be none, what I got is not what any one of them will get, how y'all doin'
If & when it's spunout of deep vinyl grooves, sweet California & Georgia peaches sin.

Buried myself underground, hid the holy bones of Mississippi muddy, it's flowin' down
Candles on fire, wood shed where my daddy told me not to call him daddy, no more
Who I was & who I am ain't who I'm gonna be the day after I die, that's all of my alibi
Blowed my ears in, ringin' since I was 19, July 4th, didn't quite get a cherry bomb clear.

Fifty years later, my headlights are still on and I'm locked and loaded for signed signals
Either up or down from here, it began in a bang, I began right then, whimpered catcalls
River is flowin' coverin' up the scent of the unfried fish and unboiled muddy water tea
Beer's in the keg, whiskey's in the barrel, the party is started, shinin' rockin' & I'm free!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, Aprile XXIX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ #MoneyCantBuyEverything jammed while listenin' to @Chris_Janson HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/0JiDmiErBF8 }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
 mountain-dew
DAZZLING IN UTERO