#ricoSacto

Saturday, January 21, 2023

#OneHeartbeatAtATime #YOU were missing, INDEED! Twenty-First . . . the day I turned 21, I was living on a nuclear missile base defending America's gene pool of heretics & miscreants from six other continents & a #ThirdWorld that doubles extinction probability

END OF THE STORY’S EPILOGUE, GREED FOR GRIEF & FOUR GRAND A PIECE

I got around the blocks back in the day, with or without you or The Fever, so
To be with you and me in the Space of Time, same place, one sane moment
Leftover hot or frozen-stiff cold means nothing to Nothing, odd as an android
All or none of the atoms, electrons, ionic blood of the empty, divine vast Void.

Drivin’ in my car, turned on the radio, pulled her so close, her mama said no
For once, we kissed and the fire lit up the whole seat, I fell down & got rolled
I can still feel the hold on me, grip can’t ever let go, stuck in your bones & soul
Five and ten will get you twenty, sawbuck, fin, single hundred pennies of gold.

Beat and fondled as if that’s what the flesh & bones need but that’s fallacious
An argument that follows the false premises to the incomprehensible star dust
Came alive for no reason other than spontaneous combustion, pressure cooked
Merged the many into the One, for the first and final time, a king gets rooked.

Little queens of black & white, generations of germs lost in the fairy dust dream
Mothers of all the bombs blown to smithereens or imploded into the finale cream
Unshaved hair overgrown into the coats of arms and legs that move to unmoved
All of y’all hot rods, dead & gone down under or smokin’ above, at One, grooved.

Inside of the pen, pencil or keystroking electric or manual, it’s all comin’ out
Of me & the rest of the all too humane bucket of spittle from the gods’ child
You made the first move because I let it be that way, my move was silence
As if I didn’t care, yet it was opposite, fell in love at first sight of your glance.

By the by, however, you forgot about my present of my presence, to be fair
I forgot about your presence, I appeared to become a jerk-offspring’s long hair
Parted grey hairs down the middle, transistor radio to ears on a mission to die
To be honest, everything that’s true someday becomes the false-truth, hot lie.

Shaved clean, slicked the skin for the soothing feeling of mending deep cuts
From the razor’s edge one becomes two or more pieces of the whole shebang
Everybody is all in, nobody gets out alive, not even One savior of the sin song
Surfin’ curls, ocean’s comin’ to be beached, gas H2O played well, right’s wrong!

Caught you in a closet before you knew I cared; I didn’t know you cared for me
As if I knew you forever, saw my soul merge into the drift of spirit allowed, to be
Or not to be, that was the questionable conundrum for my young, astute anima
Model imbibed; a doughboy begotten of Popeye & Sicilian princess of Chitown.

Fried or burnt upon a spit barbie, the dead meat seasoned tastes better salted
Garnished in the selected dry & ground Earth-growth, it sustains the inner bread
Before the sweet & sour bitter ends of this dream within a dream, woke awaken
Justify the con games with reasons for your selfish selflessness thru thick & thin.

by

r j j  stephan, I  

c.  Janvier XXIst, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 222 PMPST

{Concocted while jammin’ to @Bruce_Springsteen https://youtu.be/UBtEOS_8BEM }

F I N I S#

W.W.A.R.D.?

#ICameForYou

Friday, January 20, 2023

#Mishandled #OldMenPayNoAttentionToChinaman #SNL #Corvette2024 @GovtMule #KungFuHustle

IN A MANNER OF SPEAKING, MY MOTHER WAS SO HORNY

Fabulous to be alive when you’ve escaped the End multiple times, scats caller
Some get the message, others have no idea there’s even a message out the sky
Cooperate with the dysfunctional, gone far away or coming back from FUBAR
A cluster of photons in subatomic form can’t be seen by the naked human eye.

Secret security package can’t be opened until a fail-safe protocol kicks off doom
It will come and go before anyone knows it, no time to reminders or dig a tomb
Humming on the nerves connecting to the libido, there’s a question with no mark
Beans grown under the dirty ground from a wet seed of DNA, a walk in the park.

No reason or rational thoughts to enhance the unacceptable conclusion of doom
It’s comin’ like it or not, it’s a put-on by powers that will never be, not in this room
Out of nowhere, anywhere you can see, hear, smell, taste of feeling so cold or old
Brief or extending moments on the Timeline of your conception and ashes, Cold.

Getting off or on a yacht ship to sail the sea requires no fear of uncontrolled glee
Yet with the glee overflowing, all reasonable fear dissolves into the Void of To Be
Digitized the film, the video, the super8, now we have my life squeezed into a jar
We’re over here and now, we won’t be and will never be again, gone way too far.

Shaped like a bell that will never ring, no ding or dong for one or twelve bongs
Time in Space above the grounded graves that secure the ends of love songs
Nuts ground into DNA, seeds in berries on bushes, fruits budding on all trees
Woke up out of a safe and sound sleep, unconscious as if I were dead, please!

Knocked out feels the same, no dream to recollect, it’s all a put-on for the holy
Officers of the ethical morality of those who possess no little capacity for folly
Genius is proof that there’s no exception to the rules, five or ten or just the Two
To do unto others as you’d have them do unto you, golden rule of the Goo Goo.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Janvier XXth, MMXXIII @ 1111 AMPST

{ Gashed this slice of life from the Emptiness’ bright stars this AM while jammin’ to #IslandExodus by @GovernmentMule link YouTube @https://t.co/70YBOByioj }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Thursday, January 19, 2023

#FlowUninterrupted #UnholyTrinityQuadrophonicTemptations #ORDERinCHAOS #PlasticHomonidsWelcome

CANINE’S 'RE MINE, WALKIN’ THE DOGS *
This will hurt me more than it will hurt you but it’s sufficient & necessary for The Ends
Finally there’s something to think and talk about by the time you go to sleep at night
All day long with eyes wide open, energy consumed and lost into the ecosphere, Spaced
Who recollects fission or fusion of atoms @SomedayWellKnow, they said, @BookFaced.

It’s not for me to say, it’s not for you to know, just for me to know & you to find out
About the whole Truth and Nothing but the Truth, so help your atheist divinity shout
Too much and too hard to handle with your mothers and sisters present and past now
Genius of your Ma & Pa but maybe not, you may be a self-imposed bootstrapped cow.

No bulls come strapped, just pointed horns to jib-jab the godfather of the #Twitters
Every moment 24/7/365 you gotta wait for that leap year, every four spinnin’ years
Around in an elliptical circle, a crushed loop of gravitational collapse into a black hole
It ain’t our faults that’s happened or is happening but we’re a mere half of a whole.

Kings who sired the princes and princesses with the queens of the fast food franchise
It’s a feast of breaking a fast, dinner also lunch and supper, escape from the bum lice
Comin’ in and out of consciousness, a crashed flight back to the Unmoved Mover again
Beginning as if there’s no tomorrow or today, never a yesterday for the mortal within

Call them the Bigs when they’re actually the mutational collapse of the genome’s rosary
Prayers on beads ad infinitum as if repeating an error will cause a return of the glory
Your parents, dead or alive, known or unknown, are responsible as theirs were, for you
Y’all are in #AI #Twitter struggle-fight for air above liquid, below Space #Word #Blue.

I went all alone to the store and bought everything to charge a plastic turning debit card
Lightening striking the log’s rhythm and making Time stop for less than a huff and a puff
Blown minds and two of the little pigs’ shacks, the spit and polish just weren’t the tickets
To be or not to be in a wolf’s world that is all about the stalking order of predating pets.

Now you know what I tried to advise you was the Truth, you’re a pawn on the chess board
Nothing you can do other than to survive on the good, the bad and the crimson red horde
Super-duper or a greaser in the dystopian ‘hood on the near northwest side of the glitter
Of the Great Lake leftover from the Cambrian era of Earth’s state of star orbit of fear.

Red lights on until the ultraviolet, deep purple magic fills the atmospheric plethora again
Every breath she takes, every move she makes, I watch her like the @Police of a demon
All power to move whatever produces Presence into my path, it ain’t my fault it’s on skids
It took two to tango on boiled oceans, immaculate conception’s coVid19 test of androids.

Here’s filthy dirt, the remains of the Big Bang that came before your mind’s afterbirth
Hills and empty-void holes, empty or full, you’ll die if you’re alive, here at one on Earth
All you’ll know is an epistemological uncertainty, all they got, all they gave in a lion den
Studied the reason for the First Cause of a divine myriad of effects, low, high, all ZEN.

by

rjjstephan, I

c.  Jeudi, Janvier XIXth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0606 AMPST

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

*Mutilated linguistic certainty listenin’ to #LoanMeADime @BozScaggs on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/-RTh5t8yEqI

NO OTHER
@CasaNoble @CarlosSantana