#ricoSacto

Tuesday, July 19, 2022

STATE OF THE PHARTS #KickinArseOutTheVenue #DEADHEADED #GoinToChurch @JackDaniels

BRAIN FADES QUICKLY, EVE'S SUICIDE RAP, THE MUSE IS FIERCE
I used to know all of the tramps runnin' round the 'hood before it was a neighborhood
Of men's electric Stratocasters who put their mates through the lonely labor of a brood
From invisible to more than necessary & sufficient justification, if I ain't in, nobody wins
For you and your folks, your related DNA is in every gene pool, it's acid from accidents.

A very long time ago, there a dreaming young & innocent kid lookin' for reality of Me
Long times from the original  plugs in the wall that electrified the stage of star's of He
I know the most that you've never known & I will keep that to myself, inner sanctum
Nobody gets in without me, I get in or nobody does, can you feel me?  Didn't think so.

Now & then, beaten down to the lower end of the echelon of macroscopic, hot funk
Got out of the drag race by beating the hottest wheels on the track, really a slam dunk
Jumped up from the freethrow line and sailed above the rim, hand banged balls down
So many times, so many points counted, rim shot, AC/DC down under, tears of a clown.

Besides the fear and loathing of your face & bones, there's not much else, your memory
It will be forgotten in a hundred years, not in a history book to be read by the not dead
Therefore, I never was here, I never left & I certainly ain't comin' back to thunderstruck
What I came for, to see, to feel & hear the love in Space turn into a mode of don't suck.

There then, again it's Matter in Time & Space that's all there is, we both know gods' truth
Nothing personal for the Christ, the Buddah, the Krishna & the nobody at all in the booth
Ladies, step right on up, the chances are you're in a dream, can't wake up from the room
Dark then light, ultrapurple through infrared, I conquered all this scat, I'm leavin' doom!

Belonging to nobody and noplace is the best you can hope for while smokin' up, it did
Wafting the smoke, like signals from the souls' lost in empty space, exactly love to a Sir
Maybe a knight or a damsel in distress would be the concern of the queen's court of Id
Door slammed but I opened it in a second and everything was still alright, it wasn't her.

She's comin' with or without me, there's no doubt about that, sure as the sunny rays
Invisible but they are the source of the light in the closet, no regrets & nomore todays
Fathers come & ago, mothers have tried their best to stay legit & like a boy who's bad
Rot out your teeth, at the roots, gums and jaw deterioated but you were interred, lad.

Morphing into the thing you didn't want to be, you do, regardless of your gold in a vault
To the parents' gold and silver they've accummulated in memoria of the scent of a Time
It passed into oblivion without a Word from the white-blacks, all of 'em dropped a dime
We're here for a minute & we're all gonna die, bugs to man to dinosaurs, it ain't my fault.

On a clear day when it's hot & the sky's blue without a cloud, that's when you'll awaken
From dawn 'til dusk on that day, you will know the reason why you're alive, heaven sent
People won't comprehend this notion about what I was thinking, God's dam, mortal sin
None of the professors of the genome of humanity is responsible for Life, all accident.

if I have this straight now, there is no god or goddesses other than what y'all imagine
Figments of the dead, old men and women who couldn't stay longer than their Time
In or out of that funky groove that spins in circles, playin' jams we sang on the corner
Psychic and weird, Lord's payback for original sin, 'scroomed' candy in Eden's garden!

by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, July XIX, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 12:00 HIGH NOON
{ Jammed while *Scrooming ["Screwed & Doomed "- joe getty} & jammin' to @GratfulDead - Crimson White & Indigo (Philadelphia, PA 7/7/89) [Full Concert] @ https://youtu.be/Qi-e0dKczJc }
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Monday, July 18, 2022

#UndermineTruth #LiesAreLordOfRings #SkimmingTimeSpaceFunk

 
 
A GAGGLE OF GEESE IN REDWOODS & MOLLY'S HOLES-SOULS ON ICE
{dead cow #Pinkmeat of heaven is both in & out. . . } OF U.S. guts!
You're a sick human being, part of the masses extinction of the genome process, it's fine
Everything's gonna be fine, ON THAT I CAN GUARANTEE YOU, just kiddin', NO JOKE
Fear the ending and not the beginning of the end, it's linear & has an original slice of cuts
Sword or dagger of the divine touch from above & below a plantation of grass & tree nuts.

In an aquarium of black mollies, you swim in & eat it out, you refuse all matter inside of man
It's not a freedom to choose that's important, it's the value of fortune to become too human
Apes income from picking bannanas and building grass huts until the rocks became full stops
Pulled over the eyes of the sheep and the evolved humans who herded them into the chops.

Shrunken heads are all that's left of the fiasco of Matter's evolution in Time & Space, wordup
From a first utterance of Sound heard by beings who are all too humane, ending silence in sin
Will of a mind like Einstein or a mad monk in Alps' mountain caves, a silent End of Minutemen
Without knowing the wisdom on the Way to survive in a hostile places in Space, I'll phuqitup.

Therefore, since I think that i am here and now, right wing trolling the mentally ill & the ilk
Of moves on a board, you've pieces & rules on 64 squares, that's all you get, chocolate milk
Two cents for the white milke and three cents for the chocolate, it's a need for Latinex kids
Higher than grounds of coffee or being-as-such, smoke signals rise to end the gods' Covids.

Messages in the SOS mode show respect for the ignorant & moronic among throngs of apes
Hairless to see the color of the skin the monkeys grew from the Pleistocene Age of no grapes
Wine and fermented Hop plants to display solid reasoning, irrationality of some tiny dancers
Unseen from 93 million miles away, to the star we're invisible, got it?  Get it down, no fears!

Out the exit and into the Unknown you go, ready for the clear & present danger to the Ego
You created it from the suggestions of your elders, the folks of me & you, we're goin' to blow
Burgers fused atomic residue from burning gasballs some 93 million miles away, I'm in & out
Necessary conditional deduction is illogical trash, alive & gonna die, IDIOT-MORON doubt.
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Lundi, 7-18-2022 AD @ 0900 AMPST
{ Geeked out of the solar system this AM while jammin' to @ArmstrongAndGettyShow on @kste650AM & blastin' the ROCKS off your face listenin' to @KennyChesney https://youtu.be/luHhJalHanw }
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Sunday, July 17, 2022

#SimplicityComplex #ONE #Satch #SlowHand #DevadipSantana in a #TowerOfPower #Nickelback #HoochieKoochieMan #cake #HoneyBee

YOU NEVER CAN TELL, ALTER EGO PRETENDING
Short skirts, long sweaters, teenagers at sockhops playin' in keys of E with all the boys
They can always be one more than the last hundred years, there's freedom of choice
We have that will to survive in the middle of the wild and innocent on E street's walks
C streets is where the homeless go with their orange & blue tents on railroad tracks.

Balls in Baltimore and holy communion in the fire and ice of the solar system's burn
It's all goin' to Hades in a hand basket, like it or not, you ain't in charge, never was It
Thing itself moving everything without moving a boneless finger, I think, there I am
Moments and infinite lapses of Earth's revolution and orbit, It's all an inner sanctum.

Binging on the strings and brass, beatin' animal skins in the caves & out in the orchard
Where the angels feared to go, that's where all of the free men went for their souls' Id
Uncovered the energy and the lack of being an idiot to all of the morons watching me
Ego's involved when you allow it to be alive after seven years in orbit decor, espiritually.

Down lower than the center of the core of Earth, there's a glow, that's all I really know
No man or woman sees this until they leave the all too human world behind in my ash
Greeting the ends of Time as one's own, not the whole shebang, just me & y'all amigos
Amigas don't get it, needed rhyme for smack dreamin', blown bytes flown to M.A.S.H.

Medals I've got post-humously that I actually felt pinned upon my spirit's chest, it hurt
Why I had to get more pain for the pain I inflicted on others, that's a mystery to me man
You don't know like I know, thing about a reason for the look, "Am I gonna die today?"
God ditched the creation after being killed by it on a wooden cross, nailed up an 'INRI'.

What's that smell, a barbeque up the hill wafting the burned offering downtown smokes
Come up to where the action is, loving people in a mixed up, drunken jag, a phuque-up
Falling down in the grass, in the bushes, on the bleacher's floor, upchucking the spokes
Of the shrimp, scallops & oysters you were able to corner in a bowl, in a dish, in a cup.

Comprehend the following conclusion, shatter the perception product of the dividend
Sum of all the babies in the cribs, playpens, bedrooms & basements at Mom's deadend
Equals the total number of scum in a bag, an infinite number that has no end, infinite
As above, so below so I've been told, it's been said, if it's true, you're in paradise light.

Behind me, I can't see, got no eyes in back of the head, pranks ahead is twenty twenty
Perfect focus in on the main target, my place in space that's safe, no need for intensity
Space to be alone without anything assaulting you, your presence, your life, to kill you
For no reason, not for God nor man, just for eating you as the food on the bone, pfoo!
by
r j j  stephan, i
c.  Dimanche, July 17th, 2022 Year of The Lord @ 711 PMPST
{ A squeeze on the trigger yields a shot in the darkness & this masterpiece drafted while jammin' to #EC link @ https://youtu.be/8u_sZ6cJWTo @Eric_Clapton 7 June 2022 }
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