#ricoSacto

Saturday, July 16, 2022

#RollinWithTheSevensAndElevens #SparkITUp #FoughtForMyCountry #AndYou? #ThoughtSo

CREEPIN' SON, DO WHAT 'it' DO, 'ORDER' OF LAW & ORDER
Locked in tight, 1st to last shred, HumV matters in time
Grown ovum to skull & crossbones in flight, slippin' in slime
Mothers knew what JD Black was sayin' & y'all bled it out
Boy or girl, one of each or triplets' twins, two up & about.

Major Tommy or Jimmy or Bobby, even Johnny knew it all
That this was all there ever was, we've created the scenario
From ignorance and fear of the unknown to Hollywood Blow
I knew everything from the get-go before we met on a call.

Frustration & the rusted joints never get the release grease
Beatin' the metal and skin for the rhythms wise fools peace
Nothing personal, I'm just a character in the dream too, so
Groove gets the needle and the spoon, trip to a moon too.

Graves dug without a purpose, ain't comin' back here, to be
Corks plugged the screwed holes that get in God's Dead Sea
No human lives beyond this planet's spin & revolution of me
I'm the One that counts, Spirit's spin of matter, y'all see?

Probably can't see the point, it's sharp & you'll get stabbed
If & only if you come to the grips of the handle, it'll dawn
On your miniscule brain full of data, God drops a thin dime
Ten pesos for the nonsense & 100 pills in a bottle of Time.

Keepin' track of the revolutions around the Sun, stillborne
Of men, mice, rats, roaches, bacteria, viruses & God's ilk
Competing for the survival, for the love of a battle horn
Blown air warning of the pain & suffering to come in milk.

Mothers' breasts were empty though, didn't get a lick of it
Just the formula of the science of the 1950's, cripple's chit
Bet on the wisdom of the most ignorant among the herd Id
All the chips were won yet the cards got dealt to The Kid.

Bringin' the battle back to the home front where angels flee
From a battle zone where life on Earth may be lost at sea
Point of view is with the third eye to see in the darkness
Everywhere 'round your ID, trillions of miles of Nothingness.

That's all folks, remember this when you choke a last gasp
I told you so, you didn't believe it 'cause it was incredible
Yet, the Truth's been told, you know you heard it, an asp
Snake head, snake bit & crawled around Earth, my double.

Dead in my head a moment after God's dam broke my back
Lost all of my marbles in Space, outside any girl's hollarback
Dynomite blowin' the scat out of the TNT, cleared the deck
Nothing to fly around in the dead air, really ain't no Shrek.

Fantastic orgasm brought me this figment of imaginary signs
As if it meant anything that you lived & died, happy or sad
Come on man!  Come on Woman!  Lock this in tight, Word
Sound to repeat from afar, signaling a forgotten love bird.

All of it, everything and none of it, Nothing at all, all Good
In the middle of things you can't see or smell, it ain't food
Winning bloody skin & hair, full of mud & dirt, we're meals
A reaper of souls' skin & bones in a thin skin-bag, for reals!

Jinx & Miss Lucy in an out range system of the up & down
Gone in sixty seconds or after I lay it all down on a by-line
Compared to yesterday, today ain't tomorrow no more bloke
Bags y'all got this?  A GD superman asked to be so #Woke?

Common grounds to slither on, #TubeSnake boogie, my son
We've been here & there before, makin' another run undone
Will leave a legacy of mystery about why I got here & left
Had it all & left it all behind, you think you'd downshift?

You didn't and it was all downhill for the rest of the Spin
Top down tot he bottom, swimmin' in mystery 'til the end
It will come like it or not, a concert you've got back stages
I'm just random combinations of mud-blood's danger zones.

Down or up on a fishin' trip down the Mississip, pride holy
Watched the trip, played rhythm, lead & bass, tasted folly
Dreamed I got #Woke, left on my own all alone without me
Little boy trained to fall down & get up until he can't see.

Hell, it's in the darkness just before the blinding light of Oz
Monkey-men thinkin' they gotta eat & feed a bannana cause
I did not ask for this unless I forgot that I did, let us pray
Chords breakin' melodious forms, Fire in a lost Hole, Today!

Caught you smokin' your wine & drinkin' yo' wacky tobaky
Kiddin' nobody but Cheech, Chong & daddy who all knew
It all comes out in the wash, creepin' up on top of the roof
A little do what it do on you, pop, creepin' go? Sonny too?

by
#CottonMouth #CreepinUpOnyou #DoWhatItDo
rjjstephan
c. July XVIth, MMXX22 Anno Domini
{ I jacked up this jam while loopin' #WackyTobaccy by @TobyKeith #BallsToTheWall link @ https://youtu.be/2kGEhX_s2_g }

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

Friday, July 15, 2022

WE GOT THIS, JUST KIDDING! #FishinHuntinForBigGames

SOS SMOKE & DRINK, LUCKY STRIKE-OUTS & BLACKJACK SHOTS
Expand darkness, blank white in the light's white?  No 151 Rums?
I'm walkin' on a thin line waiting for the canines to bare the gums
I smell and taste like what all the rabiid dogs hate, rather eat scat
Just 'cause you thought you had power, that's what's annhilated.

As a bum or a junky or both, you are ready to die for a holy fool
Earth's One Lady who bore you down to crossroads of dead ends
Here & over there, animated or at rest, air above my knee bends
Bats have no fever but all humans have it over 100 degrees too.

Issues of a practice & theory of being and not being an arctic fox
Hu=Man as if it means something more than random atoms, son
Conceived in or out of love, gestation & birth to death, it is done
"X" heaven or hell, the dead go back, ash, star dirt is dry in a box.

You're crooked as a politician leading the sheep over a cliff edge
All dead falling on the living left over from the skyscraper's ledge
All fell down at a mile per second, felt like a short time forever so
No worries before the ends, what'll be will be, Que sera, let's go!

Higher than an box kite flying as high as the stratosphere allows
Eight miles higher than the dirty ground under our feet, it meows
Pussy's better when it's happy than when it's afraid of a cat fight
Scratching at eyes, slashing for survival without a god, gotta bite!

All gone, already where it's always been, inner sanctum of Words
Rhyme or not, irridescent and transparent, a figment of the birds
Flying or not from Dodo to Vulcher, all gotta eat, pest of the prey
Killing the hunted is a necessary condition for survival, I'm fittest.

Around the world doesn't take days, it's a macro-seconded idea
Created from the ash and bones leftover from the organs matter
Couldn't play any longer, air & light were not needed, oh mother
Just empty void of INFINITE nothingness in lOVE, enjoy it, Hi, uh.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Vendredi, July XVth, MMXXII Anno DOMINI @ 711 AMPST
{ Jacked this up while listenin' to @POTUSB #phuqUP link @ https://youtu.be/mzgq70kO4Sk }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
TERRY'S SONG - MY MAMA'S SONG

Thursday, July 14, 2022

#Boss & SOME FRIENDLIES #FireAway #INCOMING

MISSILE DIPLOMACY?  SI!  FIRE AWAY!
Take aim, mid-stream, nobody wants to be woke in graves, wanna bet
Nobody likes a wet one, cold & a mess if you're not in a woke mood yet
In the china cabinet your mother loaded with valuables, you tipped it
Almost fell upon you & crushed you before you were six, back in '55!

Pusher's pull of babies climate's climaxed angel fallen to Earth, high
All confused about the nature of nukes, why will a whole world die?
One split atom theorized by a genius and made to launch at a godhead
It's above as below & you want to defend your people you annhilated.

At one time or another, being a foreigner on this cloud 9 puff of oxide
I shall not go out easy, I'll be kicking and screaming if I'm not extinct
We're not the people who devised rules for this planet's dead hot rods
We're the people who've united in states of being independent of gods.

Think about this #HotDog & #HamBurger, dead animals to eat or not
Covered up with garnishment loaded to the bottom of a tubesteak bun
Under the boardwalks, beneath the overpasses, turnpikes rollin' one
All around extinction of humanity is denied until the last robot & bot.

Mink stoles & Nike kicks to call-out the empty holes beneath a mamba
Snake wait to hiss & strike at whatever moves within reason's samba
Only you & I know that I'm not a taco but my taste is on higher ground
Unless I believe the lies told by lying liars, repeat ad infinitum sound.

Which border's the waterline for me & for you in this dire straits sock
East and West coasts of the USA in recession, recycling the depression
For the good, the bad & especially the ugly kids on the block, y'all rock
Cash in a cache as money's in the bank, as it's backed by pot leaf, son.

Sombreros & pistolas left at back doors of the house, jack's movie set
Or not to be satisfied, pleasure or pain of the suffering in painted face
Nuns, deacons and high priests have no indulgences, blessings, grace
No credit for you here & now until all gods are dead and gone in debt.

Way gone past the time in space when fish were jumpin' out of there
Crows & ravens on both my shoulders, that's how I woke it up in here
Talkin' with the lips from heavenly angels that formed the holy souls
Seven of them you can see, keep them closed, keep spirit's backflows.

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Jeudi, July XIV, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST
{ Cocked pistola in word form, #FireAway listenin' to @Chris_Stapleton  link @ https://youtu.be/ZI-aPHeUDlk }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?
H.T.F.W.I.K?