#ricoSacto

Thursday, November 23, 2023

How Far Is Heaven Again?

DROP THE PEDAL TO THE METAL

Don’t even try to leave the deal without me in the middle of the freeway in your cherry red Chevrolet
Grieving good demigods who come and go in and out of here, the terrestrial function of oxidation’s bet
That humanity is merely a set in the domain, a function of the movement from Nothing to all the monies
It’s all about the mothers & daughters who looked at their choices & chose the One as sweet as honeys.

Hay ain’t only for horses like my mama used to say when I said hey hey, hey mama, you got to get down
Down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down, down and it’s no joke, fun don’t make you frown
Light from the sun, the flaming star that’s 93 million miles away from here I know it’s far, far away man
But it’s the way it is, the nearest to Milky Way is Andromeda and man, it’s spread out beyond sandmen.

Fear no darkness in any light blockage, it’s a temporary condition of infinite fools who fake bein’ bums
It’s an empty vacuum of knowledge without power for all who are fools drinkin’ whiskey & shotguns
Party of two or more means nothing at all to the One, indivisible & undivided by artificial cherry bombs
No jungle or city can contain the elements of their own nature, the void of everything I cannot avoid.

Race on the track, the strip or wherever the braggadocio occurs in the gang of twelve or less, a put-on
For the ones who become indoctrinated, part of the ticket is forgetting the boss is the six gun too legit
Or some modification of the caliber from .22 to .44, 30:06 to 270, all american & a little bit of every scat
Bite into the bitter tastes and leave all the good tastes behind your pitted teeth cavities, where they at?

Above and below the cavities of your mother and father, their grandparents came way long ago, 1800’s
Nineteenth century called the gold of my time, the Rush of the Forty Niners, oh back down the river buzz
Skippin’ some stones atop the surface of the Americano river, south fork goin’ down to or up here or not
What a Big Bang leftover on this speck of dust even God can’t see from a stealth throne unknown, robot.

I ain’t confused but you may be forever in a tailspin without any hope of pullin’ out for the safe landing
It ain’t anybody’s fault, it’s the luck of the draw, confidence in the con games that use the hype to sing
About a beauty & a beast meeting in the middle for a truce that nobody can afford, it’s all on cellphones
Crushed it 24/7, ruled it all, back in the day I threw a fit & the world freaked, feared stones & my bones.

Dominated the domination of the nation, nobody stepped in but bullies who fell over in a blown wind
Hurried yet on the target’s bullseyes as the GOATS always are when they wing it like they’re all listenin’
It’s all the Good, Evil and the Ugly ones who came from love and hate in a holy, dark womb of cavemen
Without which existence as Cro-Magnon/Australopithecine comin’ out of the dark, ain’t beyond them.
 
Celebrate life, be happy since it’s the highest good to be found here and now, you have my word
With that & a dime, you can order a mug of java from the greasy spoon at the truck stop’s herd
18 wheelers with cabovers and conventional tractors, flatbeds, trailers, refrigerator cooled food
For the minions who sit around, shoot the breeze, put words & matter together in the evil Good.

Deep end at the final gasp, no recollection of what you did or what you’re gonna do, all irretrievable
Repeat the same thing your ancestors did, they’re all dead now, why do you think it’s different now
In the sweet by & by, now it’s all gone, out of sight even for the 20/20 hindsight, bible burns True lies
Up in smoke, down with being buried deep down six feet under me, God’s headstone, a lord of flies!

by

r j j  stephan, i

Thanksgiving Blovember XXIII, MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1222 PMPST

{ Drafted while listenin’ to @JohnCouger #PinkHouses on youTube link  @ https://youtu.be/qOfkpu6749w?si=so--d7S3GIbfXD5_ }

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Wednesday, November 22, 2023

#TakeAPointerMySisters #RomeoAndJuliette #SamsonAndDelilah #WhatsUpWitDat? #LiarsLies

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COPY HIS BOON COONS, FOLLOW ME LADDS
Spilling the wine all over the blanket at the beginning of our picnic, it was a panic
Point on to the pi value of 3.14, we’re embryonic trips on a light fantastic, plastic
Liberty is a balance between fear and loathing the pain in the divinity’s wise ass
Not only this and that but also these and those there ones with the built in pass.

Mint condition of the chronic classification of freshman, sophomore, junior & It
Senior to the underclassmen who are jealous of the rungs of the homo sapiens pit
Outerspace or inner subatomic Time ticking on it’s fake moments, draggin’ the line
Of sore eyes’ sights of the ins and outs of the whole shebang, prima facie cosign.

Hard and soft liquor for all my frends and beer for my horses, a fine mess this is
As if this was your idea, lock, stock & barrel for the record, broken or tied to fizz
As if this was my idea when it was all your own, I was providing assistance to aid
In the capture of your soul on ice, hot as a pistol though it is, I am a harp, a blade.

Not only for Christ’s sake but for the sake of the human species’ extinction crème
It’s the matter and the form clashing with the cream of the crop, all about to come
It’s the trash talk garbage left over for the minions who fail to see the middle way
Rivers stopped flowing, gone nowhere fast, the rapid decline of life, extinction day.

Body fabulous moves only a dreamscape can allow, I got ‘em & you got ‘em flowin’
Bills paid in full, nowhere to go but up since I come with holy ghosts’ in mortal sin
Locomotion from the causes & effects of the cool, hot shat transformed Styrofoam
Signal stopgap, before you yield for the caution, floor it, pedal to the heavy metal.

Flush the priests and ministers of the grace of god down the imperial spiral & viral
Harps playin’ the harmony of the orchestra, melody onto the finale, what’s up pal
It’s all a matter of time in every case, a song, a play on words, laughing in playtime
Sleep now, stay awake a while longer, this too shall pass & a One & a Two . . . I am!

by
r j j stephan, i
c. Mercredi, 11-22-2023 @ 2222 hours

{ Trippin’ on the light fantastic & #TooLegitToQuit @MCHammer link @https://youtu.be/HFCv86Olk8E?si=NHuUElhwYF_nwxC0 & @PRINCE & the #NewPowerGeneration link to cool #CREAM rules @https://youtu.be/gET9RBKNYcM?si=d25mk1EupMQWjUlz }

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Sunday, November 19, 2023

#MaMaRockMe

SUCKS TOO BAD TO BE YOU
Now is the time when you can count your P’s & Q’s to mend your fences and repeat ad infinitum
For the fear and the loathing to resume, a conception must occur before the total annihilation sim
On my mother’s grave if I could get to it in the boneyard of the bad smell city, next to dad’s beard
It grew on the head, the skull & wherever the plow didn’t bury in a furrow, still the dead is weird.

Apes without a hair, males and females only have the tufts in the crevices between joints of bones
All too human yet every other species is all too them as well, a program at random collision courses
From the roll over to the scoot to the crawl, ancient to modern modes of locomotion onto run & walk
Adaption for the sake of survival is paramount to other pressing desires on the emotional pitcher balk.

Full & halfbacks just a fraction of the quarterbacks & cornerbacks & linebacker/safety defensive stances
All for One and One for All, dream within a dream can’t be seen by the blind leading the blind to fences
Every side of the prairie property cordoned off with a white fence of a monster corral form in the sand
Mirror image of the year 2000 B.C., four thousand years after the Big Bang, it dropped a dime on Adam.

Preaching what you recollect won’t help nobody else, so just keep your yap shut, like daddy used to say
Loose will indeed sink ships afloat on the seven seas, defense and offense in the elite sense in every bay
Keepin’ tabs on those who would absolutely phuq-up every living and evolved thing conceived in tin can
Popped the tops or unscrewed the lids for the epitome of culinary pleasure, sliced and diced then I ran.

Consumers the patron class of those who can’t formulate menus for their own artificial intelligence ego
Either you fly or you die when the lava comes rollin’ down form the mountaintop to the deep blue sea
Can’t swim with the eagles and owls, can’t fly with the whales and sharks, it’s a super fine lover bleed
Out of a heart that pumped it down into the veins & arteries into capillaries’ drainage, I’m God’s seed.

Boys or girls all get the identical life spark, what they do in the form they inhabit in the flow of ennui
It’s all free will, free choice, a supernatural enculturation of the body’s light fantastic, a trip to be we
Together in One single body, every tinker toy body and soul, exquisite real thing to forget about it all
One thing you can count on, you are gonna breathe the air in & out or else you’ll be a dead man call.

Goofy thinks it sucks to be God, therefore we trust that God sucks like gravity which we love, amazed
Pinching your cheeks for the excretion allows the regular mode of being to flourish and eat the dead
Birds, fish, cows, pigs, cats & dogs gettin’ right back into my good graces, lettin’ them all live to be
Old and decrepit from perpetual animation, damage to joints & limbs, organs you only get it once.

Sighing like I always do when I got to pretend to care about the misfortunes of humanity & the fauna
Hear it go in one ear and out of the other, sound goes 1800 feet per second in & out before dementia
Hear the riffs and backbeats on the rhythm and rhyme of the given word salads & occult pornography
Soggy and foggy, a feeling & forlorn look of being in trouble with the law of outlaws out & about me.

Uncertainty is the principle of highly unlikelihood, possible impossibility of ever being certain of anything
Ipso facto, that anything at all is predetermined because Time is an illusion from a past, a pre-future ring
Wanting & desiring anything at all, with every fiber of your being’s Will to Firepower, will show the Ends
All will be gone in the final chapter of each play on words, on a stage of stars & fools, I’ve got the Bends.

Holy & sacred, each & every thought and gasp of air, taking it all for granted won’t be wise, it’s a put-on
Slime in the cauldron without a visible flame, subatomic nuclear herd from the charm and a love button
Say never you mean not soon, say pretty soon & you mean never, not ever in a million-reincarnation spa
Pretty soon, all the good will turn out to be bad, vice versa can’t work, yet what will be will be, que sera.

Peculiar that you find the serious to be funny and the spurious bunny to be a sadness, a rabbit stew askew
Why and where, who and how might the gods come to inspire the inner conscience, to be or not to flop
Some girls are the somebody I’ve seen go right in and out of my third eyesight, fast forward rhythm blue
Easy money when easy does it, no taxes on undatable wages with a gold robbery strong box, a corn-pop.
 
 Therefore, I am & you are here & now before we die & disappear, body & soul, we've got the holy cow
Way gone, out of humanity's control, deep into the black hole's Singularity, zero mass of One mortal sin
Divine smoke rising up from the burning, hot fire as a sign of the return to the star that burns revolution

by

r j j  stephan, i

c. Dimanche, BLOVEMBER XIXth MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
{ Drafted to @GovernmentMule jammin’ HITS on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/uiX7yGnGHSg

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