@KidROCK #UpJumpedTheBoogie on FRIDAY THE XIIIIth #ScaredCatsAndDogsOnceBitten #DontEatFelinesFools M.A.S.H. FELIX THE CAT 8THMANDVD.COM

HEDGE DARKER ON THE EDGES, KEEP OUT BEWARE OF DOG 

There is nothing more stupid than hooking your hooks into cyberspace, be a fool

Poor kids & old ladies & old men who make the trip without the LSD or dead pool

Topless dancers in the Northern Tier down to the alligator Everglades, Love’s call

Not my call, yours or anyone’s, it’s all about one invisible God Love, evil is back.

Live spelled backward is the thing itself into the crazy fools up your hind end too

Fishin’ where the sun don’t shine hopin’ your battery fails & melts in infamy’s goo

Being nothing responsible for human behavior, random productive sea scum

Comin’ in two-by-two & sometimes skippin’ a beat doubling back for ad infinitum.

Seriously folks, you flow like the river from the mountains to the valleys of dolls

They’re young and they’re old, but they’re the species only hope to survive holes

In the atmosphere or deep in the ground, holes are deep and bottomless dead air

All in One dollop heap of matter that will burn pure energy to soot sooner or later.

Fisticuffs or wrestling with your & 208 bones keeping you up in nuclear arms

You’ve got the fusion and fission dialed in for the atoms, make them the farms

Of the men and mice evolved out of bacteria and viruses without a first cause

Last effect is supernova of a galaxy, the opposite of the Void collapse of toss.

Guns, roses, footballs, goalie nets, hockey sticks and wang dang doodles’ kids

All playing the games of life and death with the morons and idiots who overbid

For the needs & wants of little squirts & old geezers and departed old, tired lies

Born and raised on the bad side of Chicago, ma & pa didn’t know the bad guys.

Mirky milk from the mothers give the offspring notions & delusions of superiority

When they are mostly inferior examples of the species’ form and substance free

Of the Time and Space which we spend doing this & that before sleeping as dead

Every day, every night, you have no choice, fall asleep, you’ll be dead, in the bed.

It all sucked into the matrix without a lifesaver, nothing else but the shock & awe

On the left from the swords and rounds of fire from the guns, as above, below, so

Pig iron and steel to eliminate the threats coming to absolve you of belongings

Denied by idle threat of pain & suffering, termination, results of honeybee stings.

Hot pan-fried and delectable, the food is prepared as a meal for queens & kings

Everything from monk fruit, vegetables, meat, wine, beer, ale, whiskey sour things

All wasted in antibody and mind, nothing left but to exit the stage to the right end

All is empty and one and the same, in a finished game, final gasp, soul gets bent!

Worms comin’ out of the ground, out of the corpses, off of the fish trouble hooks

I read the words and pages of dead tree’s leaves full of ink spots and squiggles

Gleaned the things that past through and the things that will be coming through

Before I die, find out I’m already gone, it’s a matter of Time in Space, so, #BOO!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Friday the 13th of September, 2024 Anno Domini @ 1111 PMPST

{ crafted while listening to John Cougar #CherryBomb in a loop link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUdbbC3Beo4&list=RD_U1u8-78fRo&index=3 & The Eagles #WastedTime link @ https://youtu.be/rUdbbC3Beo4?si=-Gno2ATcqflVFQPs }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

You Got Fifteen Minutes Left . . . What Do YOU do? Git Git #FactChecker

Never forget about it

ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

IS YOU IN OR IS YOU OUT?

You know where to go and you know you'll never forget the day on nine one one, you watched

Hijacked plane on @FOX & @CNN showing me what I didn't know, I thought this meant W A R

I even went so far as to call up the Air Force recruiter to see if they needed me to back up TED

I was way too old, some were way to young to recall, some not even born to Mankind's horror.

Murky water used to be liquid helium, an accident from liquid hydrogen, a few electrons off it

Yet it's always better than nothing, it could be worse, you might not have ever been born, git git

You were, you exist at the mercy of Mother Earth, nothing personal, just a fact of life, Nothing

Zero, zippity zilch, nada & for certain, Absolute Emptiness, the hole in the circle with no bling.

Height of the sky is lower than the arpeggios comin' out of my horns & struttin' twelve strings

It's complicated beyond logic, it's above metalogic and crypto metaphysics, it's a put-on things

Albeit like my father Albert, his father & grandfather before them all, it's all done by the dorks

It's that thing itself that precedes the essence, the form of cellular adhesion to gluons & quarks.

You wouldn't let your daughter, sister or mother crawl in bed with a snake, you'd skin it clean

Of course, it'd be too late unless you sucked the poison out of the puncture wound's scheme

To animate your heart and soul with the nasty & obtuse for the world to consume like a bean

Refried or uncooked, it's the source of the living forms that turn up to the sun, as a plant's kin.

Turned you loose, you found out you had no tether in the first place, it was all in your mind

Cooked up, mixed up and consumed before the poison was recognized for that thing itself

Hated the loving disease that consumes healthy cells one by one until the end of your time

Hot fun in the city, hangin' loose in the country, drinkin' & smokin' the Earth charm, Fine!

You never heard this coming, your secret service was asleep & on permanent vacation, son

9 1 1 cry about it, remember it, never forget about it, never skip the annual terror that spun

One morning it began, Gulf War from deep in Hades, we got the bin Laden monkey chump

Vaporized the ghost of the spiderman in the cave, Ala, gods & the divine sparks ate him up.

Barrels of laughs with the full Tupperware bowls, throwing them like flying saucers on air

Turned into a Frisbee and got my mind off of throwin’ down yoyos and tops to spin there

Out here and deeper than brave men fear to go, there's the thing itself, all I am is what it is

Ignorant wisdom on the wane in the wake's coffin, I'll be surfin' hangin' ten, I'm bodacious.

Harder day's night than i remember from recent memories, stayed wide awake, no sleep

Performing the acts of kindness for the ones who could care less if your mind is too deep

Cannot believe or conceive a thing but the factoid on a message in a bottle or a tea cup

Bumphuq ain't in Egypt but if it was, we in that the desert where the bums phuq it all up.

Be prepared, cub scouts webelos taught me, boy scouts just tenderfoot, bear cub, lion cub

Jellybeans and peanut butter cups for everyone, you need handouts, this is the only rub

You have to pay by going to work at the club, the house of blues places where bands rock

Minimum wage & bonus if you Bounce (on call at the venue, if needed) 1000 buck mock.

Gods will to power is much more than you think, human extinction is close to nothing at all

It’s the ends of the being that created it all in the first place, before when it was a silent dot

Exploded to get right here & right now in your face, on the gridirons, the courts & diamonds

Every day, you play & some day once your finished with the games, it’s curtains my sons!

Taxes levied and the government charges the governed to govern them and their freedom

Weird but the way it is, it's the system of the ups & downs of Life, it is what it is for some

What type of form, species or genome are we, too human, 208 bones of ecstasy's tragedy

Only you know & I know, secret in a bottle opened at your last gasp, eyes wide open, GONE!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. 9 ONE ONE 9-11-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Tricked this out of my Muse while listenin' to @ledZeppelin #TheLemonSong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8gWbKAcuzN8?si=wuoS4KIAqo-R4Aqx }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

CONFEDERATATION OF GUILTY AS CHARGED, I AM BODACIOUS @KidRock #TheLemonSong @LedZeppelin @KidRock

Never forget about it

ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss

IS YOU IN OR IS YOU OUT?

You know where to go and you know you'll never forget the day on nine one one, you watched

Hijacked plane on FOX & CNN showing me what I didn't know, I thought this meant W A R

I even went so far as to call up the Air Force recruiter to see if they needed me to back up TED

I was way too old, some were way to young to recall, some not even born to Mankind's horror.

Murky water used to be liquid helium, an accident from liquid hydrogen, a few electrons off it

Yet it's always better than nothing, it could be worse, you might not have ever been born, git git

You were, you exist at the mercy of Mother Earth, nothing personal, just a fact of life, Nothing

Zero, zippity zilch, nada & for certain, Absolute Emptiness, the hole in the circle with no bling.

Height of the sky is lower than the arpeggios comin' out of my horns & struttin' twelve strings

It's complicated beyond logic, it's above metalogic and crypto metaphysics, it's a put-on things

Albeit like my father Albert, his father & grandfather before them all, it's all done by the dorks

It's that thing itself that precedes the essence, the form of cellular adhesion to gluons & quarks.

You wouldn't let your daughter, sister or mother crawl in bed with a snake, you'd skin it clean

Of course, it'd be too late unless you sucked the poison out of the puncture wound's scheme

To animate your heart and soul with the nasty & obtuse for the world to consume like a bean

Refried or uncooked, it's the source of the living forms that turn up to the sun, as a plant's kin.

Turned you loose, you found out you had no tether in the first place, it was all in your mind

Cooked up, mixed up and consumed before the poison was recognized for that thing itself

Hated the loving disease that consumes healthy cells one by one until the end of your time

Hot fun in the city, hangin' loose in the country, drinkin' & smokin' the Earth charm, Fine!

You never heard this coming, your secret service was asleep & on permanent vacation, son

9 1 1 cry about it, remember it, never forget about it, never skip the annual terror that spun

One morning it began, Gulf War from deep in Hades, we got the bin Laden monkey chump

Vaporized the ghost of the spiderman in the cave, Ala, gods & the divine sparks ate him up.

Barrels of laughs with the full Tupperware bowls, throwing them like flying saucers on air

Turned into a Frisbee and got my mind off of throwin’ down yoyos and tops to spin there

Out here and deeper than brave men fear to go, there's the thing itself, all I am is what it is

Ignorant wisdom on the wane in the wake's coffin, I'll be surfin' hangin' ten, I'm bodacious.

Harder day's night than i remember from recent memories, stayed wide awake, no sleep

Performing the acts of kindness for the ones who could care less if your mind is too deep

Cannot believe or conceive a thing but the factoid on a message in a bottle or a tea cup

Bumphuq ain't in Egypt but if it was, we in that the desert where the bums phuq it all up.

Be prepared, cub scouts webelos taught me, boy scouts just tenderfoot, bear cub, lion cub

Jellybeans and peanut butter cups for everyone, you need handouts, this is the only rub

You have to pay by going to work at the club, the house of blues places where bands rock

Minimum wage & bonus if you Bounce (on call at the venue, if needed) 1000 buck mock.

Gods will to power is much more than you think, human extinction is close to nothing at all

It’s the ends of the being that created it all in the first place, before when it was a silent dot

Exploded to get right here & right now in your face, on the gridirons, the courts & diamonds

Every day, you play & some day once your finished with the games, it’s curtains my sons!

Taxes levied and the government charges the governed to govern them and their freedom

Weird but the way it is, it's the system of the ups & downs of Life, it is what it is for some

What type of form, species or genome are we, all too human, 208 bones of ecstasy's tragedy

Only you know & I know, secret in a bottle opened at your last gasp, eyes wide open, GONE!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  9 ONE ONE  9-11-MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 333 PMPST

{ Tricked this out of my Muse while listenin' to @ledZeppelin #TheLemonSong on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/8gWbKAcuzN8?si=wuoS4KIAqo-R4Aqx }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

Mining mines of minds gold, silver and platinum... #SwampThingsAndRichGirls @CarlosSantanaEssential #Almost911AGAIN

A LITTLE BIT OF THIS & THAT FOR THE MINION

All in the game baby, l come to Jesus or Krishna or Buddah or Zoroaster paradise’s revival

Regarding the ecstasy you were conceived by, a momentary lapse of the fitness of survival

Intense as the sun is the closer you get, burning to ash & crumbled dusty bone, got skilled

On no cloud 9 or underground creation under the mud, blood & beer we spilled & swilled.

I am a sceptic, I believe that nothing can be proved absolutely without assumptions of fact

Facts are impressions and they may or may not be accurate, maybe distorted to be a redact

No worries about that, words were never meant to evolve, they merely appear & disappear

In myths of angels and devils, drums and trumpets playin’ the rock & roll for babies & deer.

I’m away and long gone, because I couldn’t handle the ignorance and fake incongruence too

Pretending to know it all, knowing no Truth at all about anything from why we live to why die

Laugh, it’s funny, you’re going to the same place all of the dead moms & dads already went to

Certain rigor mortis, ceasing the perp walk in the yard from water to snow peak, what a guy.

Dead air now, nothing sounds like this, quiet as the drop of a pin in a vacuum tube, it’s moot

Point that is useless to comprehend the miracle of sensation, the idea and thought of a rootb

Imagine, you’re asleep as I am, we’re in the same head dreaming a dream of me, yet this bites

It’s lying down appearing to be unconscious or dead, yet functioning as the host of the lights.

Virtually anything is possible, probability only limited to the impossibility of contradictions

Nothing’s neither created nor destroyed, it’s that, Nothing is Everything, could be worse sons

We or at least you & the others will get it on the best y’all can but it won’t be good 3.14 #pi

Ultimately, if you cannot disappear into thin air & transverse dimensions, you live & you die.

Score in matches and games where the competition is more skilled & lucky than you can be

Turns up high on your side, luck or bad night for the opposing team, ten to one, score to me

Holy gods ain’t here, we name them & scribe their existence and purpose for unveiling a face

In the end, the Call is for relaxing to the rhythm an rhyme displayed everywhere, every place.

Scored and nearly won the game, the match and the tournement, just high dreaming but alive

Wash the dirt off of my hands, invisible mud staying outside of me is fine, I’ll babble a deep dive

Royal blues I’ve had after the breakups & losses to the super ego my parents created one night

Innocent and ignorant, downloaded programmed philosophy of Life, makes everything alright.

Second guess my first one at my peril since I know my first guess is always right 100% of Time

Space Time reality, asleep, whistling in the dark, start to finish in all fifty states of inbred being

#44 like #4 accepted and rejected in one fell swoop, dead on arrival for the duration’s dime

Fourth dimensional chess without an opponent, I made rules that mutate an idea that I sing.

Maybe pre-predication cannot be eradicated after all is said & done, forgotten and annhilated

Bing Bang’s reversal is inevitable since there’s no other way to S#it, Shower & Shave, y’all dead

Formation of the shapes of substance is controlled by random chaos & occasional holy scree

In a gospel, in a parable to make an analog imprint of a little bit of this & that on me for free.

Froze my toes off literally, severed the black decrepit metatarsals with a butter knife, hold up

For the exchange of your wife if you give me all the cash in your pocket, you get my purple Tesla

Strong or weak, without the body, your mind can fill the vacuum by no relenting to the bullies

Peaceufui when sights & sounds are eternally terminated, Nothing’s in the mood, hot to freeze.

Mercy’s call of duty is the comfort of the stupid and clueless, method is the Word, coast to coast

Woke awakened for a peek at the future if they continue in anticipation of punishment’s reward

Taking it seriously so I gave every drop of blood and sacraficed my muscles and bones on toast

Kept my promise, let all of my blood out of my veins, freedom-free, at-One is a dead-ass ghost.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Mardi, 9-10-2024 (*911 EVE) @ 111 PMPST

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

@LynyrdSkynyrd #TooLegitToQuit Imagine Monday Is Friday Everyday... can't get to the weekend, ever, foreveer... #CocoaKissinFelixTheCat #BillionaireDollarBills @BozScaggs #LIDO @RobinTrower @MatthewPerry R.I.P. #TalentKnowsNoColor

LOOKIN’ FOR PEACE OF MIND BEAT AROUND THE BUSH

A .44 mag, If and only if you follow the argumentative presentation, you’ll proceed

It’s always with me, caution of my elders warned me to utilize gods, as a plant seed

You all are out of my GD mind, deep into One out of body experience, as y’all must

In the finale’s end, no choice but to be buried or fried to the pulverized bone dust.

Fish incorporated in a & surreal presentation for the minions deep consumption

Re-admission into the hall’s leading to the sanctuary where the blessing is a sin

As this movie called reality moves from being awake to falling asleep again too

Keep your eyes peeled & watch your six, it’s a cruel, cruel world my girlfriend.

My mother done told me to wait until my father came home for discipline might

We died in a jet crash on #911, trying to save Time in Space from hosting a mutant

Recollection recalled, rerun ad infinitum, nobody ever saw this coming lightspeed

No parking jets on runways, tarmac or hangar anywhere on Earth, it’s all Godspeed.

Where you are right now is where you’ll stay, not a slim chance anything survives

Rocks and melted snow comin’ off of mountaintops from Rockies to Blue Appalachia

Backwoods forever until the bottom falls out, a gravitational collapse of my scribes

No more writers to subscribe to the blather, it’s malfunction in the junction of hives.

Bees or men, either or both, they consort with the queen & secure hive honeycomb

Full backs and quarterbacks without a full deck in the backfield, it’s in motion some

Penalty in absurdum for the duration of the 4th quarter, then it’s all sudden death

Yours, mine, everyone alive & all who have already succumbed to the last breath.

Spit and polish on your shine will last until someone steps on your toes, it’s fine

I’ll step on yours too when you don’t know it’s me, in the middle of a crowd’s line

Here before the judge, I plead not guilty of being guilty, I’m always the innocent 1

There’s neither hide nor hair on my buckskin pelt, dead Davey Crockett but I won!

Is this the mule of the government or am I sleeping in bed, still dreaming this is real

When it’s a tiny figment of overactive imagination & a drag on society’s scat steal

Out of the swamps and the frozen tundra, the game gets played until the end’s scoot

Happens that way, no other way to happen, a cause for every effect, then it’s caput.

Bouncing back down like a ball off of a backboard or a puck of a goalie’s facemask

I can’t get higher than a happy ending, when I win, I celebrate until I pass the flask

My Jack Daniels on my rowboat in the swamp, my iPhone fully charged & jack free

My girls ain’t around, it’s too harsh, huntin’ gators, I am, I did, they swallowed me.

Plans of the fools who never see the end of the dream when wide awake, too bad

Nothing you nor I can do about it, it’s the jive of the picayune punks on the corner

The block stays and the players fade & die with the plague or the accidental slap

Dead grim reapers who don’t care, material form in despair, y’all just phuqin’ rap.

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 9-9-MMXXIV Anno Domini 911 AMPST

{ Drained the swamp & made souvenirs for fleecing of the flocks, drafted ditty jammin’ to #LynyrdSkynyrdsInnards on youTUBE  @ https://youtu.be/-qlzg5_hCXo }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

R.I.P. JELLYBEAN JOEJOe

AC/DC by the #HaveADrinkRockBabies #YouDrunk? #BlackJackAndH2O #UhOh @EricChurch #BlackJackDaniels #DontPlayWithSticksAndStonesCuz may have to @WhipAMansAssSometimes

All jacked up WITHOUT THE STANK, BLACK JACK’S CHERRY

All jacked up to swap tires, on the road now coast to coast with H2O

No way in Norway or Baja can you find your bearings in a holy hole

Don’t try to cushion the blow, blow into the tube as hard as you can

I ain’t drunk on two beers at 2 AM, cherry top poppin’, slam, I’m in.

Hell, I’m parkin’ in the work place corral where angels fear to go

Under the freeway where the light rail train rolls to and fro, so low

Noise & nobody around, stolen and stripped until the gas run out

Always runnin’ on empty and today ain’t no different, yelled & shot.

Not guilty as charged, innocent as newborn babes born to teenagers

All the dirty dancin’ girls are retaken by bad boys, all in jail together

Material energy shock, this is all there is in a mindful, boneyard Void

By the time babies see the elders breakin’ code, it’s a matter of time.

Full time job goin’ back & forth to court & the penitentiary’s big flock

In the wall there aren’t any, just accordion-type wire & electric shock

Good behavior obedience 100% to The Man, you know it’s Peter Gun

Shooting for the heart & the stars, bulls have eyes you’ve S#it for fun.

Making up things that never really happened at all, lying about lies

It’s the boy who called wolf too many times on the last call, then rest

The body ain’t cold yet, no need to rush the meal, it’ll be butcher size

We’ll clean the muscles, BBQ them on the spit and pretend to civilize.

Bon fire after midnight, burning bright under stars & river flows’ fish

Steelhead, salmon more wise than your average angler, using the OIL

Wiser than an average angler, brighter than your clueless pal, it’s OK

Catching one cold after the other, I can but can’t land rainbow today.

Hours & years up to or more than a century, wise or dumb as a rock

You roll, you bounce back and eventually it’s full stop, power down

Keep it awake, you woke up so it’s OK to remain dreamless, I caress

Like others God blessed, I am lucky to be here, sins I don’t confess.

Care about what nobody else does, mortal souls die forever, a put-on

Go up to the mountain where the promised land used to be, all gone

Like freedom your blind faith trusted you had, stranger-paid robbery

Maybe your related cousins perform the theft, strangers I can’t see.

Mobs in the singularity see Nothing as something to detest & negate

My old father in heaven taught me the good, bad, ugly & I, all got ate

By hunger of Earth’s beings roaming virus & bacterium crucify INRI

We’re all somewhere in heaven with pops, he’s waiting for you & me.

Freedom is staying alive & avoiding being a meal for the hungry wolf

Or whichever varmint or bug consumes your equal opportunity loaf

Coming & going are the only two ways to get the job done, it’s so true

Last time you saw me, I saw you, attention wavered & targeted you.

Using the power of Intent, it works only if you know the magic Word

Like Tongues lingo, unheard by ears, by the mind of One’s own herd

Meant to populate love on the planet’s burnt out gas, here it is now

In front of your eyes and stabbing y’all in the backs, S.O.S.’s the flow.

Whisper or shout loudly to cause the deaf to hear the vibration of il

All y’all, @MonaLisa to @Ends of #911, a Picasso won’t buy pig milk

Falling out the top of the #WTC, I flew out the window, took 1 last hit

I ain’t here & now, if I were, I’d understand it’s the crescendo of s#it.

Known predication fills you up full, you can’t handle chit goin’ down

Irrational conclusions induced out of fear & loathing pressure sewn

Underground or above and below the cumulus & stratospheric H2O

All we can hope for is a century give or take, reincarnated down low.

You’re in or out, either way it’s OK, nobody gives you the time of day

As if that means anything other than it’s your dream, nobody cares

Revolutionary return to the original sin, eating the apple core’s puns

Tree of Knowledge blooming Tesla sedans & SUV’s for the ol’ Jetsons.

Admit that you know nothing about anything, you’re as wise as gods

Fortune and Karma mutating the DNA with angel dust & Mary buds

Offspring coming for you with their badges and stinger missile fizzes

Overhead whistles before your last blink’s gasp, no show’s show biz.

Behind your 2 eyes, you see what I mean, nothing there, you know it

There’s no secrets inside that cranium, I can’t fabricate human debt

Tried, failed, tried again, failed, tried, tried & also tried a mad hatter

Unknown is personal to me, an “x” variable between my ears’ matter.

Mankind before my birth & after my death, a conglomerate of not me

Either my ash and crumbled bone fragments in the cosmic cemetery

Or bled out carcass full of formaldehyde & a smirking skullduggery

Filmed by the ocean, the deep blue sea so blue it’s greyish-black, Me.

All of it I am, it’s a deva dip routine song about the supernatural star

Above and below, AKA the sun, the only way for life to exist on Earth

Come One, come all to the greatest show on Earth, my death & birth

Yours is what it is, your desires, your needs, out of my wheelhouse.

Rockin’ kid & the a deep purple Tesla hummin’ tunes ad infinitum

Future ain’t here, Past is all gone, memory fading into present scu

It’s the ooze from the X origin, potential RNA on my hot spot’s soot

Gone far, too far, way gone further past the point of no return, caput.

Drunk, higher than a box kite in an air fight, winning the battle wars

Losing sanity with every dying body’s scent of horror for prison bars

Nothing but toilet water to drink, food to keep alive incarcerated life

Payment to the people you don’t know & never will, sharpen a knife.

It’ll be a fight to the death, no choice since the opponent wants blood

Mine will do for him or her, it’s all the value I retain, got no fool gold

Your mistake was blind faith in the unknown, I didn’t get the memo

Slide into third, ball passes the 3rd basement, steal & slide home, GO!

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 9-8-2024 AD @ 333 PMPST

{ Crafted with background noise & then @AllmanBros #HITS LINK @https://youtu.be/0M9edCPTvcY?si=3sJY0biN8ZjCDYex }

F I N I S

W.W.A.R.D.?

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