#ricoSacto

Wednesday, February 08, 2023

#FADED #STAINED #GLASS #FROZEatoms

YOU'VE GOT HOMER NERVE, MY MAN!
Dead men left the burned out solar cinders from the Big Bang's conglomeration
It's neither true nor false that you know anything at all, a simple mind is blank
Full of white light's rainbow of bent frequency waves, you're lucky to light dank
A long time ago, there was nothing but the alchemy of wizards' original funkin'.

Presentation to the empty room of tools, it's a matter of time, they'll fall into line
Just as grains of sand gravitate down the narrow tube of the hour glass, so fine
Hunks of burning love, not mean but out of personal control, against free wills
To be or not to be, to mate or not to mate, parent, nun or priest, monks in hills.

Extinction or survival of the lucky & the fittest among the innocent, divine lovers
As below this grounded meat breathing and animating the Matter of solar wavers
Between infrared & the ultraviolet, a whole world is in God's consiousness there
The wizard created the DNA identity in the cosmic slop leftover from a last affair.

Oh mama, the prophylactic got broke by the puncture your sister put in the pack
With sisters like that, who needs a wicked witch nemesis, thank God, got the sack
Behind the defensive lines of blocks, you're tiny & invisible, a 5'5" QB in history
Passed, rushed, sacked & won the #SuperBowl in a double sudden-death OT, see.

Dynamic dynamite for Dolamite who can't either twelve or the dozens to bet on
Loudly whisper secrets in our ears, your crypt will be colder than ice to lie upon
Loyal to nobody alive, only saints & dead great grandparents of our leaders' guns
Rocks broken to bits, pulverized into all dust like the moon's or cinnamon buns.'

Mach 3 of the trajectory from subspace to exospace puts humans on the moon
Nothing on top of whipping cream, the whip is on the back, 30 needles & a spoon
Cracked into smithereens, every fragment is beyond recognition, no lock, no luck
Random nerds and idiots mated & here you go, there it is, no prearranged #suck.

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, February VIIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST

{ Drafted as I Blew My Mind with #Philly1970 @Delfonics #DidntIBlowYourMindThisTime https://youtu.be/gFynQqlOOEI }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Tuesday, February 07, 2023

#ItsFREE #WereAllFree #FugueFooq

IT IS WHAT IT IS & IT AIN’T WHAT IT AIN’T, WHO KNEW?

There is nothing rewarding about worrying about your stepmother
She is yet dead and gone or she doesn’t care if you’re still there
In the southern part of Texas or California, wherever cake bakes
From the city of bad smells, the natives knew the fish stank lakes.

Pillow under your head to comfort your skull and bones undercovers
Hot or cold, the temperature has nothing to do with lives or deaths
Linking lunkheads who don’t know that they’re chips off the block
Talkin’ four corners with an avenue crossin’ a cul-de-sac dead-end.

Hunger will cause a reflexive bite on a trouble hook, snag lips too
Can’t get away no matter how much you try to shake it off & I do
As if it’d be any other way than the way it’s always been ‘bout you
Like the ocean in the darkness, it’s one category light-black & blue.

Fear and a stale loaf of loathing is all you need to get over the end
It will come whether you like it or not, misery or happy my friend
Free choice if you get over your hurt mama & papa syndrome duty
When you’re all alone again like it was in the womb, it’s in a tomb.

It is not because you wanna be independent of the planet or moon
The only one you’re on or close to as far as heavenly bodies orbit
All homeless since a Big Bang thrust into the unknown’s cave bats
Wonderwomen procreating homeless orphans of dogs & cool ol’ cats.

You got propellers and you got a rudder controlled by your mothers
Out of any father’s control, I am not the head of the needle’s point
Mums a word, all of them, one by one, phrase by phrase’s dialectic
Spit in the ocean then find it in the mix, you are lucky to be sick.

In the head’s psychological bending over backward, it’s psycho Id
Impeachment of the commander in chief is mixed, incompetent kid
The idiots holding the chief’s head above the fray cannot see chit
It stank but they’re the ones creating it in the center of all of it.

Nudge your bones that learned to scoot, crawl, walk & run, OK bro
Babies learned, elderly & fit or unfit, get to the finale’s deep flow
China to Tierra del Fuego, miracle blown into a secret skeleton key
For a lock inside of an invisible door without a hole, time spacey.

Might of the mice and the innocence of the sperm and eggs souls
They start with none & like magic, get one once conception pulls
The DNA & RNA meet the conjunction with glee, orgasmic huzzah
All downhill from there, just a used tool to keep me dreamin’ brudu.

Crime requires criminals, prisons require the innocence & the guilt
Counted the Draculas & the other blood suckin’ urchins we keep lit
All will be saved in the dirt, under the ground, seeds of humanity
Common ground, coffee grounds for divorce, irreconcilable enmity.

Bonded for the reward, the capture dead or alive of the perp body
Only a photograph will tell the story’s proof of life, dead ol’ booty
How long will it take to spend the whole cache? It’s a pre-set six
Twelve, twenty four or seventy two, glory days, a thousand kicks.

Monkeys man, all too human apes, naked, innocent, worth of shame
Of the skin and bone exposed to the eaters & mothers of the tame
No war in the future, all battles of the past gave peace a low dive
To be or not to be, shakin’ a spear & arrow, the question, survive?

Ilk of the continental shelves, fathers and mothers of everyone too
Nuns and priests, holy and evil livers of the life, we’re kinda Blue
But so what? Who really cares about you? Everybody’s selfie Id
I care, you care and that’s about it, all she wrote, horn blows It.

More than the known, there’s the wisdom of the holy Grail’s dust
Ashes of the myriad of aunts and uncles who preceded H2O rust
Gas turns liquid and solid, you see what I mean, you don’t allow it
Out of chaos’ control, Nothing rules this zero gravity’s play/skit.

Repeat ad infinitum or don’t, free will, power of the winning cost
Paid flyin’ balloons to soar above & below the winds of Times lost
Brilliant to be dull as a broken-arrow’s point, jagged diamond skies
To pierce the skin & bone, to the heart, backbone or between eyes.

Johnny Allen Hendrix ’42-’70 in or out of the fire, hot wax Fear
Strummed strings out to infinity, broken DNA in the LSD’s minion
In woods of Woodstock or cold Renton ground before ol’ Mt. Rainier
Inner being, Christian riff raff remain the same, fear getting’ sin.

I did wrap this all up in a purple haze’s vision of a kissed black sky
Never wanted the 40 acres & the mule, stuffed it on me, my oh my
Minced meat, just anime skin, muscle & bone marrow, life gits dead
Starve and/or dehydrate, essential corpus dialectic, yo’ mama said.

Fun and games without rules anybody ever follows, except for you
If six was either nine or ninety-six, the sun would refuse to shine
Hippies and yuppies with their grandchildren blinded by a black bow
Lucky and in line to get what’s comin’ to you, your dig is an A-hole.

Foul balls between strikes and homers, what it’s all about, It ends
All over, what it is then, the past is what was, future pick sends
Livin’ life the way I choose, out of jail, outta prison, out the joint
Old in my own way, partner’s happy, I’m happy, what’s the point?

Voodoo children worked the magic spells with the cosmic dusty pies
Nothing magic yields nothing material, atoms are kin to stars’ lies
Lethal holy holes to the core & up yonder to the tip top of bean hill
Full of it, cried about it, voodoo, my elixir mixer, god’s acid’s pill.

Cool as the airs frozen ice crystals assaulting planets down yonder
Somewhere close but far away, unseen, undercover, still I wonder
Of somewhere over the rainbow, where something doesn’t smell me
To heat me up more than 98 degrees is The Way, food’s dead, see?

 
by
rjjstephan, i

c. Mardi, February VIIth, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted & produced on #PainlessTattoo out of nowhere while jammin’ to #VooDooChile by @JimiHendrix link @ https://youtu.be/DLGl8Oc484Q }

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W.W.A.R.D?


Monday, February 06, 2023

#HotFunTimesInTheCity #Stones #Springsteen #MO #PerhapsPerhaps @Botacelli @Lizzo @Beyonce @SuperBowlLVII @CAKE & @Springsteen


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SEE BLINDFOLDED, garbage DREAMS OF THE #WOKE
Blind fear of nothing at all, neither particular nor in general, I, an Omnipresent, blinded eyeball
I might be already gone from the surface of the planet, it’s possible I’ve been alive before y’all
Shadow curtains getting ready to close the finale, there will be no encore, this is all there is guys
Hair upon your head don’t matter, shaved clean, it’s not My Thing, no-refund #JudyInDisguise.

At One third eye in the middle of the human forehead, inside the skulls & bones of Earth’s Lifers
Gods do not comprehend the filter’s job, to filter the good for fuel and defecate the bad low lifers
Witches and warlocks phone into the talk show every night, on brooms or in their mom’s room
Breeding, mating to duplicate your greater grand parents’ birthrights, creator’s procreation doom.

Need fermentation to enter the pie hole frequently to imbibe the spirit of the nonsense, free will
To do whatever you please, requires will to be free yet nothing’s free, nobody’s free until in Hehl
That’s anywhere outside of this atmosphere, body, soul or spirit you don’t even know, ring my bell
Ding, dong like the school’s bell in the school yard, in the middle of the game of IT, Chicago my hill.

Moved around in the forces of the Air, served the masses and the countries citizen dependency
Upon the bravery and fortune of your mother’s labor, not your father’s lucky break at decency
Married my pregnant girlfriend that shouldn’t have spread thigh legs under a bridge way too far
All it took for me to enter the platform, the stage was set and my acting needed an Emmy, Oscar.

Although Romans, Greeks and Neanderthal primates had control then, they’re all dead, cock sure
Figuratively and literally, from the history of the past, the unwritten present & conjectured future
In one hundred years from today, hardly any of us alive right this moment will be then, we choose
Spending the serious reverence of our silence in the presence of the holy scat of Gods’ fake news.

Earth, the Wind and the Fire we get from the burning gas ball above and below the minions’ dirt
Moving until dying and being burned or buried without ceremony if you’re an orphan-virgin hurt
Babies come and go, some before and some after their Time in Space, nothing matters as much
As the secret will be unspoken to morons and idiots who don’t know they are, all human touch.

Ennui of your inner self and your building log cabins and rock-cement skyscrapers of plastic scat
Bent into forms of circles, squares, triangles, pyramids, cubes & mutations survivors who shat
Upon the dreams, the projections of strangers who guessed and were wrong about the Holy eye
You’ve got it if you’re reading this, you can’t have it if you ain’t got what it takes to kiss the sky.

Literally and figuratively, you cannot be the pretender who is all too human, peanut in a shell
One of the many stepped upon the bar room’s wooden floor, all the deadwood from the dell
Farmers and ranchers gave us the luck to make a buck, gleaned the existence of ancestor ice
Formed the power, the knowledge and the wisdom, survival of the fittest, no mercy, no dice.

Rolled with the punch, it was a knockout I didn’t see comin’ in for the beginning of the ends
One of the many that come and go, some with ceremony & most without, just a crossed heart
A one-liner, crisscross symbol that you cannot look at since it’s invisible, hock of pigs offends
Compare your fractions of an imaginary One, break it up more or less than mama’s birth phart.

I shot you fatally in the dark, but I didn’t know my .44 was loaded, Doc told me I was good to go
I saw, I went and I got what I saw but I didn’t intend to leave the slippery slime of my bad blow
Began the end, conceived the last human on Earth without ever going to the super bowl of feet
Football or Rugby or just Touch, I did them, I played, I sat on benches, I hurt in practice’s sheet.

From Lincoln Park or the Harlem-Irving Plaza drive-in movie, parked my roadrunner on a grave
Went around a corner way too fast, spun out the steering into a spiral of dizzy scenes, the rave
Last party I got, had a good time and a bad time with a close up for the TV crew’s stalking shots
Wavelengths of digital forms, frequency notion that the unreal is Real when it ain’t, got the hots?

Know this, nothing can be known about anything, literally the Truth to know about, fact of Life
My daddy told me something like this, he didn’t put it into these words, I am though, tell a wife
Maybe your own or someone else’s but the Truth Be Told to all of them, the ‘xx’ chromosomes
Doves flyin’ around the Truth to be told to all of them, people just BBQ’s and ate them bones.

Did this dedication to the dead and gone have any effect on the minions who rule the ruse?
Probably not yet I gave it a hot shot, in the dark but I’m an expert marksman, Karl Marx blues
I’ve got some bad news for you that I’ve just received from the beautiful balloon that shames
Pink and blue, Homer and Stuie Simpson feel of the ground is a cartoon, imagine kids’ games.

Chinese checkers well-played in Space above and below Earth’s dirty, atmospheric splendor
Penal colony punishing the good, the bad & the beautifully ugly, just a tool to get more odor
Foul as discharged ejections from holy and empty forms, loving and hating all that ever was
From day One to the Last night, everything will resume in perpetuity, the suck is all a buzz.

Honey sweet as sugar, gall bitter as a rusty nail, twice bitten to be certain it’s all this show biz
Evened it up with the conmen who had a deficit of spirit, born when nothing came, what it is
Gasping for final sucks, eyes will remain agape, jaws get kicked shut to disguise holy horrors
Thriller scaring me, do what we’ve been doin’ every day until yesterday in a pickle of whores.

Unintentional and intended by me, myself & I for nothing other than just for the Hades I shat
Stupid idiots and sheer morons backing up my scree, watch and see, they will make be scat
Hot or cold, badahafacafcare bingo on the ‘G’ balloon we blew it up in a smokey bear match
Porky the pigs and the boys who smell like the cows get together at the barn dance’s catch.

Losers won the games but we let them win since we knew we’d lose but we were all winners
Who bit the dust in the end? Every single one of us, nobody got out alive with the stoppers
On the floor or in stratospheres above the dirt, dead and way gone, I’m back to pizza you off
Supposed to be sufficient but it’s necessary for certain, keep breathing in & out, then pizza off.

by
Rjjstephan, i

c. Lundi, February Vith, MMXXIIi @ 711 AMPST
{ Drafted in a windless tunnel of love, while jammin’ to @Springsteen #TunnelOfLove & HITS
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