What Chew Talkin' 'Bout Willis? #SchematicMysteryOccultoEcon @KeanuReeves #TheMatrixMoves #JiveTalkin'

Supra Santa cheerleader

Now and then it occurs to me as it ought to occur to everyone past the age of reason

That this here and that there right in front of our eyes, that’s the light that blinds us all

Neither you nor I can do anything about it other than try to have friends before you die

It’s a lonely box of bones that has no chums or relatives to recollect the corpus dillecti.

Hey man, it’s not for any of us to judge, we’re lucky we’re on the planet for a NY minute

Kid you not about the nature of reality & illusions of immortality and reincarnate in fruit

Things themselves just like y’all, yourself as you are & always will be, a fallen apple pie

A germinated sack of coded star sunshine that comes & goes just liceity split, it’s no lie.

Simple as it is to comprehend the subjects and predicates as written, spoken words spin

At 78, 45 or 33 1/3 revolutions per minute of revolving spin under a diamond stylus’ din

You and I know that this means nothing to any but the anointed ones’ holy ghosts’ sign

Loaded, spinning the tires to the party, drinkin’ Christmas cheer nogg & burnin’ the pine.

To you and yours I offer my sincere hopelessness for the best 2025’s new year we ever had

No way to tell if I’m right or wrong until same time, same place next year so let’s get it on

Unsynchronized with the orbital trajectory of Earth’s animation in the middle of nowhere

Singing songs I rhyme & ride the tide to the shore on surfboards of hippies with long hair.

Psudowisdom for the know-it-alls, kiss @Bullwinkles & @Rockies mistletoe home of slaves

Bark of a coyote without skills to hunt & terminate road fowl too fast to catch speed of light

Fair to superior carnage of the things which require annihilation prior to Black Hole graves

Pulling every atom of Matter into Mistletoe Singularity without indulgence, yet a good fight.

There is no silent night for real, it happens when we’re sound asleep off or on a holy holiday

Jive talkin’ about the holy daze everybody loves to share with strangers and families of USA

Outside of America, it ain’t the same, unless you’re on a US Military base, need your people

Even if not invited to Christmas dinner & not given gifts from loved ones who expect 1 today.

It’s all for the Christ, the Savior of believers and non-believers alike, a safe place for agnostics

Popes, cardinals, bishops, monsignors and parish priests speak pig Latin for the atheists & Sics

You beat me to the mistletoe for a holly, jolly Christmas but I’ll take a kiss or two in full synch

Know it’s always going to be the same, hell is bent, it’s the best we will ever get, blink, blink!

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Samedhi 12-21-MMXXIV Anno Domini at 333 PMPST

  (Santa hears you, bad girls rock!  Kicked this out of the Matrix while jammin’ to Xmas by @Mariah & amigos… compilation on youTube, link @ https://youtu.be/fRyhqobl0sk?si=g6YkyP1fm3Hb4FLN }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

DEATH:  NOTHING IS EVEYTHING, THAT'S ALL THERE IS TO IT.

END OF YEAR #POWERSTROKE #CommonGrounded #GoodGodHappyNewYear2025 @Eminem & #TwoTrailerParkGirls ... goin' 'round the outside!

I FOLLOW THE NEWS, SAME OLD BLUE, FLAT SHARPS

Gods were here and now they’re all gone and it’s the way it is now both above & below US

There’s no point to drawing a picture from one straight or crooked line that winds to a circle

This here, right this moment is all there is inside of your mind, other data has uplink-bleed

Creep up and down the corridors of the matrix maze you’ve appeared in, to star as a lead.

Once or more than a million times, I have related your mother to the poor lady seed pod

Throws up the babies to increase the monthly income from the powers that be you & me

Two or three (tree) more times and the end of all good times is all that’s left, you’re all in

Can’t become a dot when you’re a line or a two-dimensional shape of Pavlov’s Doge coin.

What I am is what you are, living matter that will not last the century’s causes of effects

Miraculous search has been abandoned for the mundane absence of malice to sexists

Plague kills the living to make room for the cleared palate, we’ve erased your memories

Slate to be or not to be, invasion or exile, either way you’re all gonna die, god-eye sees.

Woke can’t wake up, can’t fall asleep back into the sugar-baby coma for the colored Id

It’s the gamut from deep purple, ultra-violet to infrared & the bovine scat fed to every kid

On or off of Planet Earth, the leftover chit floats about the burning gas-balls of stardust

Incompetent as you know yourself, sensations show sensational & exaggerated disgust.

BBQ’d animal crackers assume animated cell-forms, DNA/RNA combos of fission fashion

Pinned to the pine trees you see from 8 miles high above pop rocks of atomic subdivision

Second city you emerge form a swam of Lake Michigan trolls & drones to retrieve big balls

Jesus’ quotes The Prophet, a frozen-stiff God’s sons of creation, Souls’ fall to welfare rolls.

I will what happens, all in front of my woke-face, persuasion of others is a misnomer’s spiff

I kicked you in the low-hangin’ fruit, the family jewels, hear screamin’ Angus of AC/DC, a riff

You know like I know once you’ve progressed beyond the mercy of the welfare department

Popstars pop out of the toaster with tart fruit, manna of champions from a Jetson’s toaster.

Force you into the round hole, you’re a square, four lines meeting the four points leftover ilk

As you know, nobody knows anything, sights & sounds of the stars we call Zeus’ kids’ milk

All the dead men & women who lived since the Power allowed evolved apes to get hell bent

Everyone would have been surprised by the mystery of struggling to survive a punishment.

Since the water has been evaporating out of the atmosphere due to the orbit’s wobbling

Soon the continents’ shores will increase the sight of the crags exposing Earth as asteroid

An accidental effect of the Big Bang is Life on Earth, there’s no other star in the universe

We are all there is, what you see in the black sky at night is the blanket over your fear-Void.

Enough will never be enough for the whole shebang, the rainbow trash is the fuel for Zeus

Humility within is exposed by jealousy of all fungal infections we call our elected, ewe puss

Monkey shines, pre and post your mother’s labor, father’s random-mix of the slippery slope

I ain’t gonna say this twice, if you listen & navigate the rest of your life story, it’ll be all dope.

Tiny and simple to huge and complex, a dot transforms into shapes of animated, aired acid

Came from sunshine’s photosynthetic modification of the thing itself, One pretentious Id

Before your conception, you can’t recall but there was either Fear & Love evolved to mutate

Egg & seminal fluid is It, what you are ain’t a god’s daughter or antihero son of a gun’s date.

Revoke & resign are not viable options, all you get is dead air, a body of work, piece of work

Fallen or just trippin’ on the formula retrieved from commandments on slate rock for a dork

That prehistoric modification of blind faith’s belief in Nothing absolute, First Cause antihero

Pals of Bad-Built-Bush-Body, degenerate savages are the progeny of our gods, I add to zero.

Comic books with funny jokes between punks and their animals, generate the mirth of gods

Laughing their invisible soul’s arses off, there’s reason for madness, I will cause extinction

I drank all of the leftover bowls of cereal cow milk and sugar, sweetened my cavity function

Pulled the rotten roots out of the maxilla & mandible with a shot of nonvaccine Nova Caine.

Ski & skate as a substitute for crawling, walking & sprinting, point A to B, a Clarkfever fizzer

If and only if the boredom will be too much to take, only then terminate DNA & RNA’s uplink

What will happen then, what will you do then when Scat hits the fan und spreads like butter

All recycled matter we call food, dedicated defecation, no drinks stay within, it’s all in sync.

POTUS’ toughness gets a blow to the noggin and goes into the power-stroke of the millennia

What I am is what I got between my ears, non-material mind of different strokes, what the…

Gods in the dams to keep the river waters from the melted snow atop the high lander peaks

Kids rock just has hard when it’s the softer and kinder rock of ages, prehistoric funky geeks.

Locomotion is mocking the revolving & orbiting pieces of dirty galaxies only dead heads see

Ate dogs, cats, cattle, horses, goats, pigs, sheep, snakes & live elves, all too humane to be

Off color ultraviolet waves turn into infrared frequencies that were never here or ever there

Spatial timing is everything, nothing is more important than that, avoiding extinction in fear.

Running the dozens, you’ll never even know, poets don’t even know it, no fate of protocol

With the leftover stardusted sand, the hydrogen & oxygen are artificially intelligent, like #aI

My father Al, artificially dreamt that a dream’d come true, it did, here I am, hereditary sloop

Deep Space is empty of wisdom & knowledge, goddess’ drones filling womb-cosmic-soup.

I have the trump to cancel-out your powerful acey-deucy high-balls, I will lay low to the end

Finale will eventually finalize a contract, signed on a dotted line and then logged in heaven

No fire and brimstone will annihilate the yuletide logs in the fireplace, placed Hell’s kitchen

Near a melting pot of every race, sexual menudo of 208 bones of a cultural collection of sin.

Amboy’s Dukes & girls into dead Folkes, terminated via age or accident, answer the phone

Pretention of naked-ape children who’ve graduated out a Universe’s university, mind-blown

Common ground keeping us down, all gravitational pull of the wobbling revolution, my orbit

Crowned and finally left grounded skull & bones, buried, burned, pulverized “Never Forget!”

Now you see it, then you don’t, emptiness inside of a deep hole, eating ducks, cats & @Doge

I’m your father & your mother’s father hence, you are what I am yet one of us is a cool rogue

Infinite periods between sentences download paragraphs’ phraseology, simple fools’ pools

Genes demented forms of liquids & gases turned solid, wasted dump of uneducated fools.

Bums and brutal junkies filling out forms for the games of hens & roosters, illegitimate eggs

Been what you’ve been, off of the throne when gods’ deaths’ go goo-goo doll, drag of dregs

I am nearly gone; I’m goin’ to a #GoGo with the smoke of @Smokey & shebang of a miracle

Force One, dead yet not gone, no more death & suffering, Hohoe Xmas, 2025’s Hell’s Bell.

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r j j stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, Freezember XX^th MMXXIV Anno Domini at 911 AMPST

{ Drafted during the #FinalShow of @Armstrong_Getty #ClipsOfTheYear @ @Armstrong_GettyRadio @kste650 #GitSome #ObviouslyNotJoeBiden while jammin’ later to @WARtheBand link # https://youtu.be/Wx_OrjGn9lo?si=5MnFZWWDx7x156at }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#MyTwoCents #TooOldLetGo #SoulStripper an @ACDC #YouKnow . . . @JohnWick6VI @KeanuReeves @TomCruise @Eminem #SlimShady @MaryWells @TheTemptations #AintTooProudToBEG

 

Picassoesque Woman, shake yo' android

Exactly why you go to church on Sunday or temple or mosque on the holy, worship swings
Finish lines at the exact latitude & longitude as the recurring Start lines, flyin’ angel wings
Nothing you nor I can do other than keep moving on the Timeline, it’s just a shout away too
High volumes pierce every ear that hears the buzz of constant interference, off the air blue.

 

Synchronicity of your psyche and the revolution of Earth on the ecliptic of grandpa Pete’s Id
Knowledge of the usual effects of specific causes acting in perfect timing as a humane Ego
Distance between things causes the effect of dropping data into a black hole datum COVID
Nineteen, favorite number out of a hundred, I had nineteen friends, I’ll die at a hundred & 19.

 

I know you can’t believe it, it’s not for blind faith, it’s incredible & another Time dimension
Blind faith required for now and then, consciousness of Reality attempts to crush you in sin
Not that you’ve done anything wrong but the blame & guilt is all for you now go get all you can
If you don’t then who will get the good things with ape’s double swords ready for retribution.

 

Think you are where you’re going to be in a hundred, thousand or even one day from now, meh
Meaning that human misbehavior is successfully regulated by ten commands & olden rules
You may be crazy or just a genius pretending to be, to avoid the work-a-day world of earning it
Food for thought, it’s the matriculation of your tuition that allowed Karl Marx to spout off chit.

 

No more nor less of black dogs who’ve come from bitches with no cause, just stray alley cats
New year comes every spin around the sun, sunny days never far from the flyin’ vampire bats
Mary had a little lamb, she needed the cash so she sold the wool & mutton to Jack’s lion den
Where evil spelled backward is live & you can never tell which is which, thrown in a death spin.

 

No regrets, did it all & did it over & over again, not bragging just stating facts of life I never knew
Walking around in Space from place to place whether asleep or wide awake, all Phillip’s screw
Love or not, species began with or without a reason, it’ll dilapidate due to it’s moral imperative
You have one, good, bad or ugly, it is Matter in Forms spending Time in empty Space, it is alive.

 

Without an oven, cake won’t bake, it will rise in the heat of the night & cook at 375 degrees hot
Out the hot oven, slit sideways in two, infused with cherry whipping cream from the smoke pot
Crystal, gold, out Acapulco or Mazatlan into a thin air, floating coast south to north Siberia ice
Celebrate with a salute to the ones who came before us & died before they heard the True lie.

Hollow world inside of this Earth-ball of dirt, I ain’t trippin’ over bottomless pits of John Wick’s
Don’t freeze in ice, don’t burn in flames of fire, just live let live, don’t kill & eat living, BBQ meat
As if that stops your loop of death & destruction, banquets of dead steaks & chick drumsticks
Any humans that are dumber than a rock, please survive & reproduce your own kind, Big Feet.

Breast fed no more, after a first bite, that was the end, pain & suffering began the gentle scree
Milk came from the goats’ teats, the cows’ utters, some white, some brown chocolate, creamy
From Philadelphia or Sonoma, cheese & wine flow is all that’s really important, you all on duty
Maybe so, maybe not, bottom line, you’ll throw a toast, salute to my grand dads who begot me.

Before you go & check out for the duration of the Time & Space you’ve gleaned, now hear this
Guides of the orphans are the same categorical imperatives of the good, the bad & too pizazzed
Harmony in treble & bass synchronicity, it’s lyrics of the wind and metal to beats of dead skin
Here and then you’re gone, me too, everybody from Adam to the last man, Molochian fission.

Do you comprehend the nature of the Truth? I didn’t assume so, you’re as idiotic as a moron
To be or not to be was never any question worth the final answer, you are food for the big sons
Y’all eat your Adams every eve, you’ll become catatonic with the food of preconceived notions
Give me a few moments to download the uplink to the final induction, I am what, original sins?

Down to brass tacks that Sister Gertrude gave to Sister Ann to beat up the monsignor silkworm
Heard your voice in empty rooms without an audience hearing The Truth, living gods are dead
This is the absolute Truth, babies grow into the language of sheep, lookin’ down, never ahead
Wearing the red, the black and blue, to change water into a wedding wine, to keep a soul firm.

Bodies will live and die; souls are invisible and pretend to fly without the skull and bone dust
I gave you & everybody else a hall pass to move freely about the empty, trip-waxed, hall fuss
First Cause of the One point One formula is both Unknown & Omnipotent, dark above & below
Fill holes, all seven voids you’ve counted, in and out the body politic, cashing in on the DOW.

Blink & it’s all gone, go see for yourself, nothing left, no God, God’s angels or your own mama
Certainly, it’s Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle, success is immanent as we come out papa
Bibles go unread by fakers from Genesis to Revelation, it’s old & new testaments of stray cats
Shining blacklights’ into lightweight jokes without punch lines, fastball-screwball fungo bats.

God, living evil angelic group, invisible and without responsibility for humanity, all too human
I’m playing cards in a game of 52 in the deck, no jokers, four aces & runs of hearts & diamonds
Faceless hearts, spades & clubs for the diamonds we hold so very dear, I’m runnin’ Trump tight
Every trick you lead, losers to my hand of power, my love of pardons, god forgive Man’s bite.

Fools in paradise, blinded by clear light shining on the Truth for the blind to see, punt the ball
Let the defense kick the offense back into their end zone, stay asleep, keep it up my dreamers
TNT more or less gives no chance for review, obliteration is a necessary condition for a kill fall
Globetrotting down under the artwork of Deals, millionaire descendants evolved slave-masters.

Hippies without hips, lost what they won & got the record for being the biggest loser since One
All in a single thing rolled in a spherical object, downhill skis will poke through your young gun
Faster than a 32 feet per second drop, it’s a struggle without intent, gravitation, collapse of dirt
Patchouli oil & leather filling dive bar’s scents, sleepy intercourse up your caboose’s miniskirt.

 

Paid all poor people for just being born by mortal sins, it’s welfare for the extinction of species
Nevermore like a crow or a raven, calling your mama from the barb-wired fence, I love @See’s
Chocolate, caramels, nuts, fruits and vegetables for teachers and students who fly, just to die
Last man, last woman never aborted by the enlightened, single homo sapiens, this is God’s lie.

 

Y’all will live after you die, that’s a lie, impossible to exist as smoke & mirrors of a Word salad
When you gasp one more time, that’s all you get, friend & foe, relatives or distant enemies, bad
Completely forgot the unforgotten, unfortunate for my other-worldly take on a whole shebang
Last huff of breath, gasp at what you see, holy nothing at all, it is done, it’s All out the ol’ Wang.

 

by

r j j stephan, i

c.  Freezember 5^th MMXXIV Anno Domini @ 411 AMPST

{ Blasted out the Void while jammin’ to #TwilightZone from the CD @ThePhilosophersStone  @VanMorrison link @ https://youtu.be/pWDs_OP1-JE?si=Qnt8s2HN23s8o24v }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

#EnterGreenDragon #FyteByteLite #WheresMyHoneyComb #InThMeadow @VanMorrisson #UpTheRiver #WhenYouWereYoung  #YMCAdespicable #Meh

@ACDC @MorganWallen TURKEY BIRD SACRIFICE PILGRIMS #RunYourGame @WKRPcincinnatti #TurkeyDropMyCarcass #StudentDebt #PayBackYourLoans or #WageGarnishmentIsImmanent #SystemOfTheUpDown

MY FREEDOM IS EVERYTHING, WHEN I GO, I AM WAY GONE!

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If the whole thing comes & goes for no reason at all, it’s all good enough for suicidal accidents

Coming and going in the smoke of the skies above the dirt and water, east and west nonsense

You got History & all the complicated math has been done, I’m on a suicide mission for souls

Pleasure & pain come to every single living thing that’s ever cracked a zygote, heaven-scents.

Spam lamb for everyone, this thanksgiving of turkeys and pigs and the menudo for me & you

A lot of time and money for the thing itself to spend on a day to have thanks, no Indian givers

Am I right or wrong, you can’t step into the same river twice, Heraclitus’ three stooge crew

Minimalist with a maximum profit before a corpus dillecti steps into the Void’s deep rivers.

You heard it all before today, before a moment ago you were oblivious to the minions’ gazes

Looking out at you for no reason other than to see if your skin & bone dust up the holy void

Acting on stage presupposes there’s a producer & director, know there’s sickness in all Dicks

My blind faith ain’t visible to a common man or an uncommon woman, dual schizophrenics.

Nobody but me leaves this body & soul of 208 bones either buried in dirt, lost in empty Space

For me & for you on the duck hunt, fishing trip or lookin’ for love in all the wrong pretty face

Dreams begin and end before you and I know it, it’s a surgical interruption between thin skin

Cops are full of random deductions their parents & teachers filled them with, survival is all in.

If a living thing becomes dead then you’re one of those potential dead things, yet you’re alive

Future becomes Present briefly prior to the Past that lasts past the black hole’s destiny of jive

What I mean by what I say is the conundrum between all of us, God knows bull scat of the sun

I would have asked Eve, but she’s gone, already gone before I ever got here to ask Adam’s son.

Crawling out of the lying prone on the beds and coffee grounds, up and down to walk away

From the good, the bad-like evil causes of undesired effects and the oh so ugly, scary I say

Not because I’m going to know anything about the sad beings so bad that they get all ugly

It’s the facts of life, don’t blame the messenger for the news you should have come to be.

It’s as complicated as an equation of inequality between mortal & immortal reality

Foam of seas & oceans boiled the creation & sunk it deep into Davey Jones’ locker

Hominids consuming hominy grits and chitlins to fill in the DNA mutant blue jeans

What you got when you didn’t want it is all you got now, so let it all go in spleens.

Pretentious pretenders lying down like Persian rugs & smokin’ like Alladin’s lamps

To whom it may concern, it begins once she’s gone, clear skin & bones tearin’ it apart

Of cannibalistic practice when you’ve eaten all of the rats, cats and all God’s champs

Words named as the sounds you hear, A’s B’s & Cs to fall apart or score in your heart.

High or low, the rhythm and beat keep rollin’ in a ¾ tempo, completed concerto noted

Fried in the middle of the pan, steel atoms dead & hot as an m-16 I always had toted

Camp to the killing fields where the game was played and annihilated until extinct, ate

Everyone’s bones crunched to dust, even the innards squashed into menudo mush fate.

So, the rats and roaches survive the all too human malfunction, nuclear bombed funk

All they left for us, babies knew no better than to grow & obey or be a punished punk

I was and I always will be one of them punished punks, not by my mother or father yet

Still overlord of success & failure, the thing itself I evolved out of, what are you, a pet?

Guilty for the innocence lost to the inseminators and incubators, it’s a hot take on Mama

Earth just a movement, a wobbling repetition of Big Bang ad infinitum, it’s all about Papa

For the sake of the diamonds and gold, we’ll use the flow of oil, Earth’s living lubrication

Burn it in high flames’ residue for the sake of the epic collapse of the staged divine action.

Mobility of stationary rocks as they roll down the mountainside only to stop cold in a pile

It’s all there’s left from a burst of everything there is in the universe, atoms subatomic style

Flying eagles with the fickle owls who never like to playhouse in the blue-sky space above

Filter the fear and loathing into your psyche, it cancels out the grace fuel for the ivory dove.

Monks protect the secret but they don’t know exactly what the secret is, that’s the holy Truth

Only you and I know that’s it, all there is, blind faith supplies the tool for a yanked baby tooth

Baked your brain and lasagna for the sake of all, get higher than Vesuvius on Sicily’s top teat

It’s whining for the wine both white & red, wedding or funeral it’s for the salute a God’s Man.

Blood flows toe to brain to be mindful, making the logical, irrational flow out of nowhere too

They all live just to die, leaving their critiques & complements, just not food for the living few

Sleigh bells ringin’ and the spirits of the wine and shot glass keep flowin’ down my pipes, so

Fill her up one more time, one for a road like the last & the next, it’ll be a blow to me no mo’.

Sweep with the mop and wax off the soul’s karma, die a little each day, End is God’s offense

No wonder if you’re lost in the dream, how were you to know it was a divinity’s deep sleep

Playing games to kill the leftover time from childbirth, our mama gave the gift for us to keep

Safe awake & safe asleep, a lock on the strong box, three locks open to dead ended split ends.

Merry Christmas, happens to be the day God came to Earth to split mortality’s Live Evil saint

Special angel created out of the ether, punished for the disobedience to a master, don’t faint

Knocking on the doors up and down the city block, all for nothing, nobody answered a breeze

All me, if and only if you know the absolute and relative truths, you may resume if you please.

Value of screaming bloody murder when you’re about to meet your maker won’t make the hit

But the survivors will talk about it at your wake a bit, be a tattle-tale of wanting just a little bit

Concocting your scathing review of the good, the bad & ugly, include your input, rollin’ rhyme

Loathe the Truth, love the fabrication that was never and will never be true, lyin’ liar it’s time.

Be One or don’t, multi-faceted modification of an original naked ape caught in POTUS Obama

Jingle bells ringin’ on a Silent Night but there was no Santan, it was always papa & yo’ mama

Got nothing from TV commercials, the price was out of range for a family of eight, nine or ten

In every case, love got SOS messages via the sea, love it all, love it in, y’all lucky to have been.

Montage of click-bait you divided between your siblings & progeny who appreciate your ilk

Bring your A-game if you’ve got one, fake it if you don’t, nobody knows but you, drink Milk

Your mother’s, a cow’s or a goat’s leche anoints your oneness with the DNA accidental pink

It’s all about being and not being, answer to be or not, silence is Gold & my scat don’t stink.

by

r j j stephan, i 

c. THANKSGIVING 11-28-2024 AD ( XI-XXVIII-MMXXIV Anno Domini )

{ Creep came out of my appendix and now I know what that organ was good for, To Be or Not To Be, a Shakespearian conundrum solved by imaginary drones from the Milky Way constellation, more information @ https://youtu.be/AVLCxG5QBpg }

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