#ricoSacto

Wednesday, December 27, 2023

WTF OVER MASH DIVORCE #ConfidenceMen are indeed #CONMEN

NOTHING IS CLEAR MASHUP

Taught the daughters of my grandfather, my aunts, ladies of the olden days’ black knights
How to avoid the mean and ugly brutes who will attempt to violate their Space around ‘em
Higher, no violator of my daughters’ daughters will ever know, even a child wills to be free
Strongest among us do the most we can to file the documents in alphabetical chronology.

Begin with suckle and learn from example given by the good, the bad & of course, the ugly
Your fathers were more likely the ugly oafs related to your great, great, great grandmothers
In other words, the female of the species, homo sapiens can do no wrong, it’s Eve’s gifting
Knowledge of your inner self’s journey to the center of the Earth will get you cold shivers.

Who in God’s creation in the author of the figment of our imaginations, go straight to hell
Hunting for my breakfast right now because I’ve got no money, shot an arrow into the bell
Passing away right after your final gasp is all you know for certain, it’s my idea heaven sent
Justice’s fair trial ain’t a judge & jury, all useless on the invisible soul’s criminal punishment.

Karma kicks in when skin & bone body you’ve inhabited stops heartbeats & inhaling gas pulls
Casting no aspersions on you and your blind faith in theoretical probabilities or scat from bulls
Being wrong about the theory of everything is the status quo, you just rolled with the punches
From the bully on the block by the public school playground to your mama wanting my lunches.

Now, this time in Space, you have the challenge in sight & there’s the bull’s eye just ahead of Al’s
In the center of Deep Space’s bar, your thumb moves it, it touches, taps and bangs braille signals
Figures of eights scratched my cornea to distort my double vision into the unified theory of Fate
Bricks are hard Earth clay formed into ash & cinder blocks to stack up to the top of Empire State.

Symbolism of tearing down the World’s Trade Center is just that, a symbol of the extinction DNA
Deep inside of the babies raised by the ignorant, the moron, the idiot, the imbecile moms & dads
Built tough as nails, ready to end the Earth’s position of third in the infinite merry-go-round, lads
Keep up the good work, chin up, be a proud boy & girl scout, it’s a bit of, “WTF did you say?” Hey!

I had it, some bull’s scat on my mind all night long but now that I’ve become so woke in here, I forget
Everything is out of my mind other than if I’m hungry or bored, easy fixes in the 2023’s, God’s mansion
So many times there were times a mountain needed to be moved, I got it done, it was only a mole hill
Dance on the moon in my mind on that trip to the LSD, Orange Sunshine sun of my father’s wise swill.

Here are the epsilon-alpha notes I gleaned from the third party who left without a Word
In the deep, dark dead of the night, the way was clear when you losin’ the spirit of Wind
Not hardly yours forever, used it for a few brief moments while reason lapsed into a Void
Creases in your slim slacks means nothing, except a coverup of the better half’s schizoid.

Ferocious to stay alive since you made it this far, learned rules and laws, don’t judge
Blues mobbed my mind for a minute or two, I looked into the eyes of my soul mate
It took all of a day to sink in but the seal was set, up, down, in & out, on a blind date
Saw a blank future, blinded by the star light, black light to infrared, I needed a nudge.

In perpetual motion for the duration of time, I fell off of the bridge into the east river
Filled my pants with frozen liquid until those britches pulled me down just like a diver
Covered me when I sleep and undercover is where I belong, unseen by spies in Cognito
Founded to annihilate the origin, First Cause’s Final Effect, won a million ducks in Reno.

Certainty is variable and never absolute, except for the zero, Nothing at all is the credo
Believe in nothing unproven, nobody & no deductive argument is absolute, it’s a blow
Haymaker to the stomach & another to the big nose, blood squirting all over the cage
Nobody’s business but mine, it’s not yours, don’t worry about the turned blank page.

Never finished the sentence or paragraph, it was just a non-sequitur premise on a lark
Love and the lack of it will show the end of the sentence, period, comma question mark
Seers advise philosophers that existence is transitory & nobody alive is immortal, faith
You can’t recall before your conception, the rest is mass deception, fear of death snark.

Get on the love train, caboose or the locomotive matters little as long as you’re aboard
How to move about while flyin’ down the tracks, it’s magic and a navigation of the Void
Stepped into the quicksand now, stuck & goin’ down fast with no witness, mind my grin
It’s a matter of time, timing is everything, matter in Space, Space is Nothing, mortal sin.
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Mercredi, 12-27-2023 A.D. @ 1212 hours
{ Copying this from my imagination’s empty slate with a code unknown to mortals, trickled this theory down to the young & old via #Cyberspace link @ https://youtu.be/sFhWicKmGz8?si=41eTk3WKEzZMGcVX }

Tuesday, December 26, 2023

#SomeDayWeWillKnow #ELVIS #BlueHawaii (the whole, holy movie) #ALOHA #mahalo #ShockTheMonkey in #JoesGarage @ZAPPA

NOTHING IS VERY SPECIAL, NOTHING IN THE WORLD IS EVERYTHING
Highlights for troubled lives inhabiting dreams that can’t break the Time in Space, perpetually on the fly
Contents and the glossary give you the gist of the saga being told by the proxies who died in rigor mortis
Ahead of all of the games played by the human genome, pure wisdom is getting ready to die while alive
If you don’t feel shock & awe you’ll feel overwhelmed, we all feed off of incredible tales that a One dies.

All of the above and none of the below, chemistry is the water being turned into the dark, sweet wine
Like a miracle of mutation, grapes of wrath sweeten into the blood of the God who erred to be human
Mama was a virgin?  Come on man, God mates with humankind, there'd be a #HellYeah on Earth, Bros
Cries and laughs as a soul lost in space should, fear & courage alternating the AC/DC tunes on the Bose.

One ugly beginning with a face to detract from the face above the 208 bones of skulls to crossbones sing
Pirates hammered since that’s the way of the carpenter, 16 & 8 penny spikes for the crucifix of framing
Mates invented nothing but the wheel to move heavy scat from place to place, move away from feces
Flies will overwhelm the olfactory huffs and puffs, need to move away from the piling up sheet of bees.

Bloated bodies dying like dead fish in the dead sea, above the ground soon to be below the six-foot dirt
In & out of a wooden or tin can, just wrapped in sac-cloth or dumped into the sea, for the shark bait flirt
Matter doesn’t matter to the whole shebang, it’s all moot, points blunted by super-collider quarks’ sins
To be or not to be was never a question of any wise person in this graphic scale, dig the stupid humans.

Forget everything you’ve learned, wise up and see the light behind the darkness, it’s a mask for a mystic
Full of grace, the water, the wine and the body of the God who some maniacs killed for the love of a dick
Virgins and their creator, browsing above and below for the Ends, woke dreamer awakened a xmas daze
It’s complicated, I’m dead but I’ll be there when the Time is right, ticket to paradise is punched to amaze.

Do not pass go, go to jail and pretend the outside is inside of you or vice versa, travel any road to the end
It will all end, it’s not my idea so don’t shoot the messenger for what you forgot to recall, death I’ll send
Upon a white or black horse of eternal spirit comin’ out of the burning, blown atoms & quarks of our star
We got a full Monty house, Aces over Jacks, only four Kings will do the trick, rake in a pot gold, a Jaguar.

Now dig, copy & comprehend the nature of your & all being in general, sing songs, write words up to kill
Gregarious and in flight from nowhere I know to somewhere else I don’t know, ignorant illusion I am still
Not to drink or swill like wine or black jack Daniels but to sip a bit at a time, the power fills in the blanks
Lower below I-Core’s emptiness, open arms have no status, wide open space-blown butter-knife shanks.

Why on Earth was I not meant for you? Well that’s the rub, I was made & meant for you all
Love can move the mountain and change the sky of grey to blue, it’s all a love story of a Ball
Moving around in circles just to get to the place where all energy is lips together & y’all blow
Of no breath, a crash into the eternity between our knees, we’re comin’ & we’re all gonna go.

Abracadabra magic spell of sounds in sequence & specific order to cause an effect to be seen
On the stage or backstage with the production crew, all is animation of the thing, a has been
From a speck-dot on the matrix of Space, civilization and culture rose as in a petri dish of germ
Here you go, forget about it never, because this Xmas gift is everything gleaned, I am a worm.

All bottoms up, killed those shots in five minutes, got drunk in 30” on an empty stomach’s funk
Moms and dads, generators of the electronic DNA merge, will live and die in the hearse’s trunk
Wheeled to the holes in the ground or the funeral pyre fires to eliminate the soul’s stench spoils
Out of sight, in the mind with pictures & tales told by the not even born yet, androids are royals.

It’s not alright with me, it’s alright with everyone else, therefore know that it’s disagreed rhyme
Subjects and predicates sublimating infallible conclusions used for the mythology of history time
I’m all in, you’re broke and folded, there’s a hand that will win the highest honor, whole shebang
Time to go home, drive back in Darkness onto the pillows & bed of majestic, I’m in it for the bang.

Drama comes when it’s least expected, mostly when you might be content dancin’ on the moon
You may have thought that you were on the dark side of something in the closet of your bedroom
Messes with your mind’s children, the thoughts that move mountains, rock by rocky road to treason
When your leaders push you off of the cliff so you can’t tell whether you’re alive as the father’s son.

Born to Woman, we were all there, all of us, good, bad & ugly, you know which one y’all are, so what?
It doesn’t matter at all, you’ll die just like all that have lived before you arrived, corpses disintegrated
All one by one, sometimes a mass of multiple deaths, with or without a reason, all will die alone I said
Can’t take any humans or any other animals, can’t take your gold & silver art objects, why? You’re dead.

A Titanic ship sunk, hit an iceberg before it could detour in the ocean, killed some 1,517 ions, heartlessly
Either way, the matter disintegrates into the black hole eventually with all of us & our God’s critical mass
Dreaming your final moments on Earth or underwater, you get #Woke before it’s too late for souls, fatso
Sorting the alphabet soup of the cosmos, find nothing but zeroes and ones, A,B,C’s and do, re, mi, fa, so.

Primary love is feeling safe from bully abuse, friends, brothers, sisters, fathers & especially y’all, mothers
It’s not your personal fault that it’s an obligation, your mothers control Earth & it’s revolutionary cursors
Around & around we all too humane go, boys live ‘til they’re dead underground, smokin’ rain cloud mud
Blood & beer spilled inside & outside of the infinite’s commodes; extinct species pretend Space is a stud.

Let’s fall down and break one of the 208 bones we’ve inherited from godlessness’ Cro-Magnon mutants
They threw rocks and hid in the darkness or up in trees or in the forests, far, far away from the miscreant
Queen & their daughter princesses principally are the only hope for humanity, origins of essence gardens
Farmed by alien denizens who were not born and raised by the human condition, no original idiotic sins.

Using a petri dish for example, it begins with agar & gets an introduction to a life bug for mitotic division
Turning One into an exact copy of itself, an accident of solar radiation’s dead, empty, god-Space hopping
The Truth is, you’re alive & you’re gonna die like the others you’ve both buried & eaten to recycle Matter
In which philosophy of life can this not be explained o the Talk in the radio, idiosyncratic disc jockey blur.

Jerking on your mind’s eye & produces an insoluble solution to Fear, loathe humanity’s homeless street
Call it a Bourbon or Pike or Maxwell or 42nd, it doesn’t make sense, the copulation causes the population
Two tickets to paradise, grow up as a boy or a girl in a virus and bacteria infected agar trick in a petri dish
Welcome to all seven continents on Earth, breathe in wisdom’s secret, life’s a disease, you will be extinct.

Pumped out the jugheads’ philosophies into minds of the children who had obedient parents of culture
This becomes the key to the jail house, the penitentiary & prison houses of the men who killed der fuhrer
Freedom reigns on your consciousness until the movement of your bones is restricted by grounds down
Pain & pleasure after the milk & cookie fiesta, thank your mama for the cookies, my reindeer have flown.

Mythology is a creation from Nothing, it’s what started everything from Zeus, Ahura Mazda, Ala or God
Good grief, even Charlie Brown & Lucy know what Snoopy couldn’t understand, we’re all gonna die man
Singing songs, dancing to the sounds that play the inner, invisible strings to the joy of being innocent, sad
It’s gone, she’s gone, he’s gone, full moons are gone, a shroud of mystery is the spoils of the conquered.

In seven decades of breathing in and out millions of tons of gas and particulate matter, I got good brains
Reason & rhyme gets it, Happiness is the culture on all seven continents & islands between God-dirtballs
Don’t be offended before you get to the end, whether you’re related to me or not, Creation in great falls
From the river’s end as it flows over the cliff, the H2 falls but gravity fails because, escaping in the rains.

Of course, today is the best day of my life, how about your life? Identical concern is, now what the hell?
Not meaning to offend but if there’s a hell below Earth, we’re all gonna go soon enough, ergo, ring a bell
Knowledge of who you are & what your mortality means, specifically, social media is the extinction of It
All of us, whether young or old, illiterate or PhDs of philosophy, rigor mortis is programmed in, ah Shyt!

by

r j j  stephan, i
c.  Mardi, XII-XXVI-MMXXIII Anno Domini @ 0808 hours

{ Cracked this egg  this AM while jammin’ to @FrankZappa #CatholicGirls on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/K0zEX8h17eA?si=UwQIP9ClaAv0mhOK }

F I N I S 
W.W.A.R.D.?

NOTHING IS LEFT, SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT

Sunday, December 24, 2023

#MakingOutOnYourDaddysPorch #ILoveCarol #SheLovesMe #SheLovesMeNot . . .

 

SHINED THE LIGHTS IN THE DARKNESS & I'M FLYIN’ IN FOR THE TRIAL

Do not panic and do donuts in the middle of the cross streets, you’re gonna die someday sooner or later
This situation is not your fault but now, it is your responsibility to move your body & soul around better
Struggling to survive past corpse death is a fool’s errand, you’re on it, happy because happiness is all that
Flying or driving your eggs and balls around the countries that allow your star trek, I think, a cat in a hat.

Humans eat humble pie, never gonna fake you or anybody else with the totem poles to scare baby faces
You that I’m talkin’ to may not be one of them, but you know at least one of the privileged who run races
Human, black, white, mixed up red, brown & yellow, babies grow to be on the make, y’all dyin’ here guys
Children trials & tribulations from the genesis of conception to total annihilation, substance in blue skies.

Broke and out of time and money for creature comforts of massaging and touch of steel smashin’ karma
Out of you & into the capable hands of the annihilator of the touches you can’t get anymore, poor girl
Cry and sigh, you love yourself & that’s all that counts, just look in the mirror, wait, don’t look now, cry
Tears comin’ to finish off the production the sorrow & pain caused by yelling, screaming, hollering, sigh.

Johnny Rae found out about the time to die and the time to live, gonna miss breathing the gas in & out
From awakening in the clouds of your creator’s room to the clear light shinin’ into the dark, black joints
Hollar in the emptiness, a vacuum of ether without consequence to the living and dead, all moot points
Laugh now before it’s too late, the mirth won’t cure the ill but it will assuage the maniacal, a boy scout.

Party in my hands, standing for hours without relief with only one foot in the door, let’s celebrate it all
God died right? Christmas is birth of a God that got crucified by a miscreant for a sinner, paid free-fall
Like me or not, you leave me empty of the trees and dirt, the mountains and rocks, rivers’ slip streams
Mongolia to Chicago, here we go, put me in the strait jacket again, look into my eyes, I am dead memes.

Orion to Sirius, a mental confabulation of educated scholars who love to kill your mother, father or a fan
Where did these people come from, Jupiter, Neptune or just the dead Mars without any air left, nuked
Dead & gone, it’s not important to know that we’re an accidental collision of particles in an infinite fluke
What? To the grave with the secret, eyes wide open in rigor mortis, Jesus, Mary & Joseph, what A MAN!

I raised my voice, in a small room that carries a holy boom, it’s scary for the poor lady, I dropped a dime
Even though it was innocent on the part of the yell, the receiver of the noise couldn’t catch the dope in
Very subtle and not incomprehensible at all, it’s just the facts of life, can’t speak, no words left to open
Books and sagas all read & stored below the radar, irretrievable yet metabolized, it’s fine, you’ll be fine.

Freeze or cook your matter into the form that gets eaten by bacteria and other denizens of bloody guts
At that point, who you were & who you are may be two different experiences, one’s Man, other’s God
To see is to be blind to the thing itself, it can’t be seen, heard, smelled, tasted or touched, what a fuss
A marvelous act in the finale, a cough & I gotta go P before the shot in the back, thrown under the bus.

By the way, by the by, we’ll all know it all happened or we won’t, either we’re just a fluke or kids of god
Unlikely for me to find the Truthful answer before I personally kick the bucket, yet I’m willing to get fed
By the manna from heaven, deep and dark space with nothing but stars millions of miles apart from me
Nevermore was said, I say it again ad infinitum, it’s all out of my mind, above my pay grade, so, we see?

We all got what we gave, you know giving nothing means you get obbligato, zip, now you want a ring?
Presence high in the present is all you can hope for, ready for the unknown to impinge its willing fit
One more dance left for you & I to resume the waltz or jitterbug, whichever the beat allows my feet
Music or silence, dancin’ in the dark, lighting up the house like it or not, come on man, so let’s sing!

by
r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche 12-24-2023 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST  #WeGotWhatWeGave

{ One dance left, tripped one while listenin’ to @NewRadicals #YouGetWhatYouGive on a loop link @ https://youtu.be/DL7-CKirWZE?si=SpMzd5QcUIZHe68B }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?