#ricoSacto

Thursday, January 04, 2024

#Psycho #Sycophants #WheresWALDO? #NadaJoker

SON OF JELLYBEAN JOE, SOUL CAN’T DIE OR CAN IT ?
 Force of air above & the ground we arrive alive upon below the filthy star dirt
You probably should stop reading to understand the Truth, it is so gonna hurt
Your balance of the inside & outside of your skull & bones is a matter of energy
Nothing is free, dude, liberty’s conceptual analysis yields no god of Humanity.

Astronauts & Cosmonauts came & went back to the place in Space we’ll not see
Everything we’ve been taught in every school in every culture since day One
Lone wolf in a mysterious conjecture of Why this petri dish of DNA’s blue sea
Imagine one cell of DNA, it evolves into you & I, the extinction of species’ fun.

Physically and emotionally a bundle of the dead poets & philosophers who died
Of natural or unnatural causes, according to the legends tattle tales, some lied
But which digital threat of fear & loathing is too sinister a Reality in 2024 AD?
Shutting down the power grid for the marines, the navy & the air force, I’m bad.

Words matter, thoughts evaporate & extinguish Life as we know it, nevermore
As it is, you thought God kept your consciousness’ recollection of birth/death
Instead, as Witness of the spacemen reported, THERE AIN’T A THING ABOVE
Doubt my essence of The Way’s free choice, Nothing but girls & boys in love.

Pity’s what the wild men & women need, it’s an industrial disease of a dire strait
Once the ticket to paradise is punched, the alligator ate the living entrails' fate
Follow nobody but your invisible father in heaven, absentee, pure wisdom’s tea
Eyes closed or wide opened to see the light, blinded conception, silent liberty.

You have plagiarized everything from A to Z in a sequence of ad infinitum sap
It flows as scat does down hill but none of it survives in the black hole PM nap
Singularity will blame nobody about anything, don’t worry now, just be happy
All you can do, every night and day from the first day it dawns on you, you die.

Like you needed to release the functionality of the corpus dillecti injection
The venom that created the events of cause & effect is the original infection
Recycle the things themselves, heart to heart, beyond good & evil invention
Female & clueless male is dumped conception to show how to be dead & gone.

One fallacious argument to persuade the invisible idiots mated, all dead & gone
Don’t say that phrase again, it’s disturbing to my adolescent children’s i-Phone
On the leashed reins of the wild dogs who obey nobody but a choker spike chain
Inherited, earned through hard, gold panning work, grave digging’ old man.

Comprehend ways to get from one end to another without dying in transit, sigh
You’ve no choice, y’all ain’t free to drown in the sea or jump off a cliff way high
Rational thought forces deduced inductive conclusion, counter argument tool
To be or not to be, no question asked, not even by an uneducated, unwoke fool.

#Woke morons’ wannabe this & that, fill in the blanks from semi trucker to clerk
Making more money on a salary or hourly wage than you’d get as a soda jerk
Since you’d be volunteering your time without recompense, you on a downlow?
Pride being privileged to serve the hell, black hole Singularity, above as below.
 
by
r j j stephan, i

c. Jeudi, 1-4-2024 Anno Domini @ 1111 AMPST
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

Wednesday, January 03, 2024

#ComingUndone RIP your mamas! #PorkChopHill below @PINK #HITSof1967 WHEN I TURNED 15 years old

LIFE SUPPORTING JOCK STRAPPED
-----------COMING UNDONE-----------
Where did all of the reeking aromas originate from when all of this has always been here
So, forever in the middle of nowhere, ask any astronaut, it's all shock & awe over there
I danced when all I wanted to do was hug your skin and bones, yeah you know, I'm crude
Not for the shock value but for the momentary lapse of reason down in the black hole dude.

 Evil has begun the countdown, nothing you can do to stop the numbers goin' down, bro
Heart and soul, your shopping for the things needed in the fun house, follow the crow
All comes 'n goes in 'n out of your dreamscape, rational awareness of deduced premises
Guns and cannons fired up the twenty one gun salute in tribute to the bloody hero trees.

Patience was in la salle de bain for such a long time that she fell into the hands of fortune
The sons and daughters of the windfall are merely the descendants of the most fit of tribes
Maybe from pit caves near Pacific shores of git-she-gloomy to an at-One prehistoric native
Grateful man on this is dead Star dirt, evolved treason four seasons, to survive, to live free
 
  Dying to live as an infinite bunch of DNA in a petri dish of invisible particles in outer-space
Free and equal to every other 208 bone form of the mighty Homo Sapiens, Come On Man!
 Maggots got-way with murdered extraterrestrial ilk blood on their hands, all-too-human fit!
 Freaks & mutants cannot dissolve the Evil intent of the hellish god below, copy above chit?
 
The last word you say is 'P' as in you gotta go to the end of your soul's journey in a hairy shirt
Savages from one cell mitosis, moving acid DNA from one thing to another by eating dog's dirt
Becoming the civilized yet illiterate in the superlative, ready to split atoms of matter into glass
Creation of the fission and fusion of the son was not invented by HUMANITY, kiss my ASS!
 
Rebooting system now to amend the errors of data transfer from my mind to the cyberspace
Once we merge into the field of dreams beyond our comfortable peace without a strife pace 
We'll have no choice to choose any other way than, one last gasp before we're drunk on grape
That your eyes are both wide open as if you've seen your maker's ghost, your jaw slack, agape.

Looky here now, this ain't no party, you're here to stay away from the lurking killers of you
It might be men or women or an animal that sees you as a threat to their being, I'm killin' it
Not you or anyone else, just 'it' & that is all, killin' it meaning 'nailing' it home, pound sand
Now & then whether we like it or not, somebody will die, at The End pal, it's a fool's errand.

Rinse out your memory of me, see that was very easy, you don't know like I know but wait
There's a remote chance in Hades that you gave it all at war in a battle without a cause date
Can't come back to reincarnate since the thing itself is nowhere but in the mind divine love
Random collisions of atoms & quarks without rational reason other than inertia, Sun Love.

It is exactly holy scat that got us here, there's no question about it, idiots and morons deny
Facts and factoids all considered in the equation, original zero transforms into One in the sky
All you have, cool words on dead tree-leaves dyed with Indian ink's indelible stamp to view
Ending in The End when it's all over, you may have to 'pee' but it's your Soul dumpin' YOU!
by
r j j stephan, i
{ Yeah, you know, ripped from matrix @0735 hours BOOM! }