The Guardians of @FibernacciSequence all about the 1967 Pop Festival in Monterey, California Mamas & Papas LIke A BRICK DUNG SHACK MY HEAD FEELS LIKE A BOMB ABOUT TO BLOW J A C K D A N I E LS (BLACK) R.I.P. @MeadowlarkLemon #Globetrotters #Gimme3Steps @LynyrdSkynyrd

STICK WITH ME UNTIL THE COLD & DAMP FINALE, ONLY THEN IS IT FINIS

ON THE MORNIN' LIGHT, I'M ALSO HARD TO RECOGNIZE,

BEIN' MADE O STEEL & BULETTPROOF, BUT JACK, GOD DIT

FOR THE SIMPLE REASON AND RHYME, THE RIVER FLOWS UP

AND DOWN, AS GRAVITY & CENTRIFUGAL FORCE DEMAND

HANG AROUND AS LONG AS YOU CAN WITHOUT HAVIN' TO TAKE

CARE OF SNEAKS WHO SNEAK UP FROM BEHIND YA

KRYPTONITE BE DAMED, IT'S ALL ABOUT THE 'BLACK LABEL

AND IT'S NO LIE, DIDN'T BLEED & AIN'T BLACK & BLUE.

BUT ANYWAYS, TODAY IS TODAY, YESTERDAY'S MEMORY IS

GONE LIKE THE WIND BEHIND MY SUPERMAN CAPE

I NEED A SHOT, LET'S GO DOWN TO CHARLY'S & HAVE A TIP

I'M BUYIN' IF YOU'RE DRIVIN', & IF YA GET DRUNK, IT'S TAXI

AND THEN AND ONLY THEN WILL IT ALL BE OK, TUCKED IN BED

WITHOUT A HONEY TO BREAK THE SILENCE, NEXT DAY, IXNAY

FREAKS OR JUST EXACT REPLICAS OF SOME DEAD GRANDDAD

EITHER WAY, WITHOUT THE WOMEN, WE'D BE EXTINCT, YEA?

PERIODS COME & GO, LIKE ANIMALS' GENDERS WITHOUT CAUSE

JUST A MOCKING OF 1ST PALS WHO NEVER GOT THEIR BALLS

GODS GOT NOTHING TO DO WITH IT ANY LONGER, I'M WHAT IT IS 

 NOT, BOTTOM LINE, IT'S COMIN' TO END, LIKE OR NOT, AFORE

JACK DANIELS HELPS A BIT WITH THE MEMORY OF THE PLIGHT

BROKEN IN TWO, YOU JUST FORGET ABOUT IT, HARD TO FIGHT

STILL AIN'T BLACK & BLUE, THEM 4 GUYS ARE RUNNIN' AWAY

FOR THE COPS, THEY'VE NEVER GOTTEN WHOOPED LIKE TODAY.

AIN'T MUCH LONGER NO MATTER WHAT DAY IT IS, JUST SHRUG

THE REASON FOR THE RHYME IS RANDOM FORTUNE, YOU EGG

LUCKY YOUR FATHER HAD THE WISDOM & KNOWLEDGE TO END

YOUR MOTHER'S VIRGINITY, IF ANY AT ALL, HYMAN WISE BEND

NOT CASTING ASPERSIONS AT ALL, JUST THE FACTS TO THE MEN

WHO KNOW NOTHING BEFORE THEIR MOTHERS' PAINS, A DOZEN

AS ABOVE, SO BELOW, WE ALL KNOW IT, DEEPER THAN BLUE FELT

FROM THE 7 HOLES IN OUR HEADS & OTHER TWO BELOW BELT.

OF NO VALUE THAT FREEDOM HAS NO VALUE TO THE SLAVE'S ID

DON'T CARE ABOUT LIBERTY, IT'S HARD & COLD, WHAT GOD DID

MADE THE THINGS THEN ABANDONED THINGS, SURPRISED ENDED

IN THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS TO SAY, GOD'S SO SORRY, HE IS

NO LYING TO US ANYWAY, WE'VE JUST GOT EARTH & THAT'S HIS

COLD & DAMP NEW YORK CITY AND CHICAGO TO OL' FUNKY L.A.

YOU KNOW WHERE IT HITS, RIGHT & LEFT, IMPERIAL HIGHWAY.

ANOTHER PERFECT DAY, I LOVE L.A. A RANDY NEWMAN REGARD

ALL THE WEATHER THAT THE EQUATOR WOBBLES FOR, A BALL

KID KNEW IT ALL ALONG, IMPERIAL HWY & SANTA MONICA BLVD

MORE FOR SHOW THAN FOR THE GOOD & BAD TO KNOW, IT ALL

IS IN FRONT OF THE EYES OF THE ONES WHO SEE THINGS BLIND

FOLLOWING YOU LIKE ANGELS BEHIND THE SIGHTLESS TARP

NOT MANY BUT THE FEW SHARP DRESSED MEN WHO DRESS UP

IN TOPS & BOTTOMS TO THE SHOES OR COWBOY BOOTS' KIND.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, Rocktober XIIIth in the year MMXXVI Anno Domini

{ Drafted before the Sacramento & Portland scrap it out, the Kings vs. the Trailblazers will see whose SCOUTS of the NBA made their owners proud to pay the payroll to the PRODUCT! }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

Meadowlark Lemon
Lemon with the Harlem Globetrotters in 1975
Born	Meadow George Lemon III[1] April 25, 1932 Wilmington, North Carolina, U.S.
Died	December 27, 2015 (aged 83) Scottsdale, Arizona, U.S.
Occupations	Basketball player, actor, minister
Known for	The Harlem Globetrotters
Spouse	Cynthia Lemon ​ (m. 1994⁠–⁠2015)​
Children	10

#Zeitgeist Kicked In The Cabasa With No Warning Alive or not, I shall return! SANTANA & SKYNYRD & STAPLETON & WAR @KipMoore

NOW & THEN WHEN IT'S LATER THAN YOU'D THINK

Now and then you'd say if you can't recall or your dream has ended the game

Of men, mice, rats, roaches, fireflies & mosquitos that all get the trash name

On every occasion, from the origin to the finale, it all ends in a Singularity low

Deep within the Void, where I am & you'll someday be, watch a mind, you bow.

Pray or curse, you're the judge & the jury, you're guilty of the petty crime pill

Swallowed the hook, the line and the sinker with a gulp, caught in the crossfire

As above, so below, it was & is what this will always be, astronauts' roadkill

Not only because the creator loves the creation, but also, just for the fire's Hell.

Named and categorized as the substance, the full monty of the devil's food cake

I ate a piece, I gagged on the chocolate and vanilla, frosted sugar was really fake

Gold and silver mines are all that's left of the lead and slag of the holy mines' roll

A big bang's leftover mother of all bombs, a planetary monopoly of a holier soul.

Prisoners of war trippin' in and out of the portal, Time's & Space's ilk, mama milk

Hit you right where it hurts, I chose transformation & y'all chose neglect and silk

Performance on a world stage, conception to annhilation of self or all others frown

Who breathe the gas in & out of their groovy lungs, to huff, puff & blow it down.

Whether you've been alive & died or you've never been conceived or still born

In every single case there are no exceptions to the rules, kings & queens die too

Eating a mouse or dying like a rat, either way, the bait's in the trap, blow a horn

Vermin & human existence is a direct result of random recombinant DNA, blue.

Loving it or hating it, either way you'll fly higher than the stratosphere, the finale

Stage empties, the curtains fall & there's no encore, drop the 'mic' & y'all will see

SuperIntelligence, it ain't artificial, it's the way that's narrow & full of the dead air

Bloody or not, the End of artificial intelligence, artificial news, nobody will care.

Simulating the stimulation of the nervous system, the dead people are 208 bones

Each and every one of the boys and girls, rich or poor, mortals with the i-phones

Tough as nails that secure the wood & plastic we've gleaned off the dirty planet

We all know & will all discover, the memory of you & I are phantom's god-ette.

Punks and junkies resulted from the good, the bad & of course the ugly as a sin

To whom it may concern, scan your head and annhilate the growth of my kin

Folks who do nothing are related to the folks who do everything for The Wraith

Question everything to discover naked zeroes, the void keeps the unknown safe.

I have your gods locked up in the sanctuary, within the chalice of bloody wine

You & I as ignorant as Adam & Eve if there ever were such beings, so I'm told

Freedom and slavery merely the tones of existence while the planet spins fine

Wobbles and revolves, germs and invisible spirits in the whole shebang's fold.

Last yank of air into your lungs, can't be retained for a minute or ten seconds

They infuse the cadaver with the formaldyhyde & expect comments of the sons

Daughters' mothers get excited for the species' survival, it's the ticket to paradise

I have two, you have none, you want mine, I won't give up the ghost, Surprised!

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Mardi, 9-29-MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 711 AMPST

{ Crafted in effigy, the tumor has left the room, silencio!  In one ear & out of the other, The Game has begun & it will roll over while jammin' to the BEST of Lynyrd Skynrd on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/OnvyizaG6aE?si=TIyTaDWbjeNQcUwI }

F.I.N.I.S

W.W.A.R.D.?

AIN'T NO PLACE FOR NO HERO @BigSMO @SANTANA @Eagles @Madonna #bBACK

I AM @GROOT & SHE IS @MADONNA

  This is a LINK TO:  My Trilogy of Poetry on Amazon

SLIP INTO ‘IT’ & GIVE IT UP!

Darker angels were in the outfield helping me judge the pop-ups and line drive hoppers 

Neither or both times you’ve come to Earth to live it up, a good life of routine big toppers 
Divinity tie has a notion that there’s a need for the love potion, angel of grace, a bud opens 
Aligned with the stars, which are the most fit of the red giants and white dwarves, the spins. 

The day before our conception, there was either love or lust for the creation-formed planet 
Shift on the axis, wobble around to & fro, a short time or a long time makes little difference 
To the minions and the spirits that fly out of nowhere in the light, hidden in broad daylight 
Park your carcass right where it is, as you’ve outgrown it, need it no more in heaven’s fight.

Drunks step into the same river twice and distort the Truth which is lost in veracity forever 
Divine or human, copy the good, bad & ugly because it’s all there is for a billionaire nudge 
As above, so below, a rung call again, words in the world of my ancestors & descendants 
Subject and object with a predicate, long wind through small pipes, metaphysical wisdom.

Human speed or godspeed is your choice, you have a free will that you wish you could lose 
Blaming your behavior on anybody else but yourself, that’s a trick, a process of bamboozle 
In between your left & right hemispherical mind, there is a nerve formation linked to Zion 
Apes’ forms in a myriad of random, natural selection results, come & go by a million eons.

Peer review the decisions you’ve made based on your training, approaching perfection, son 
Mirror of your front & back, 2 dimensions that can only be all too human, I await a blessing 
Fear that I’ll miss a cue to get out of the supernatural haunting coming on strong, tick-tock 
I know, you know, we all know, a doubt leads to wisdom, your honor divinity in a deep dive.

Monkeys with a purpose, too human without one, such a canard, nobody knows it though 
In the deep end of the bottomless sea of H2O, potentially nothing at all, dump into a Void 
Pushing into a higher degree gave me a headache, pulsing, throbbing visions, sacred cow 
Bum, junk user due to dead eyes wide-opened that see nothing post death, learn to blow.

It only hurts when I am awake and breathing in and out, doesn’t make me laugh, it hurts too 
LOLs comin’ from deep down in my soul, my spirit is sanctified by the sacraments, in blue 
Commitments being paid back for the adoration of my station in the food chain, I’m stoked 
Feel it deeply, listen to a voice, kill all lights, singularity using gravitational collapse invoked.

Are you sure you don’t want to know all lies that have been disguised as the Truth? Last call 
A secret is no longer hiding in the heavenly shadows darker than the black star’s singularity 
Flying into the plethora, the whole story from the beginning to the bitter end of the protocol 
Signify your mind, your body and soulfulness of the spirit, God tricked Adam, made a hole. 

Bared the smooth or hairy skin for the autopsy while still living & breathing, damn the aliens 
It’s like human scientists teach all students in high schools & higher, dissect all the minions 
For the love of the gods, if there are any left over from the ice age, it is the place for no hero 
Home in place in Space, where Time began to tick moments of Justice’s pigham sammich.

Lonely roads you & I have walked & driven upon, some dirt, some asphalt and Earthbound 
Hunger for the love of the embraces you used to throw to me, before you died into a corpse 
Load for me to recall every time I visit/revisit the graves, below the topsoil, all I’ve ever said 
Blame is on me, I’m responsible for original sin, a climax of heaven on Earth’s dirty ground.

Blood spilled during the love, for the good of the species’ survival, pure strength survives It 
Every step from infancy to adult stages, this natural planet of the Big Bang throws a hussy fit 
For the sake of the good, the bad & the ugly, the beautiful are a mere misfit of the mutation 
Nothing has light but you can’t see it, it’s UV or infrared out-of-sight, hippy style, Big Surfin’.

Buying the wares that the traders want for your oil and gold, it’s what culture is all about, so 
Go from here on out, to your fathers’ mothers inherited culture, stay alive until your last huff 
Dream that your existence is more than it is, an accident that looks like an intended fiasco 
Truth bombs being dropped from the Ghost Train that flies above and below where gods go.

Hard or soft rockin’, all words that are agreed upon clicks, grunts & huffs, just a shady noise 
Gathered in a smaller space than a Dewey decimal point, Love is red flow in the heart, boys 
With the backbeat of the heartbeat, there’s a rhythm and a rhyme, sometimes more or less 
Goody goody, a rascal’s exposure to O2 gas of the sphere to a final suck of wind, goodness.

Matter and the Energy resulting from its incineration, it all comes down to the denominator

 Ludicrous as the first and last woman who bore Mankind, fire and the leftover ash is all of it 
Blind faith in unknown mystery isn’t the Truth, it’s a jumped conclusion, a mythos’ anomaly 
Pride in being a part of the masses with cheap-ass sunglasses, got some, all good, I’m fine.

Bring a knife to a gunfight, fine for all escrimaderos; you all need nothing but a rattan club 
Grab a knife, a sword and a machine that could be a cyborg, obviously, 12 moves & passes 
There is no defense other than an identical dance, as indulging in combat without glasses 
Pumping and distracting from the actual blow & silver-back ape scare, pounding chest rub.

Legs and arms know their way around the Space & Time occupied by the free forms of Evil 
Just the opposite of the ugly and the good, Live spelled backwards is Evil, it’s all y’all folks 
Nothing else in the universe other than you, myself & everybody else I know as well, 2 jokes 
We’re a step away from the ending of the story we each share on this battle of Bunker Hill.

You had to know and I had to tell you the answer to the proverbial question, nobody asked it 
Who is in charge here? You’re your leader or I’ll assume you don’t have one, you lost it, chit 
Bums and junkies crawled into their cocoon for safety and clearance from the target of prey 
Build something where there was nothing, death says, give it up baby, get ready yesterday!

by 
r j j stephan, i
c. Lundi, June XXIInd MMXXVI Anno Domini @ 911 AMPST 
{ Jammed this out to the JAMZ of @ZZTop #ChromeSmokeAndBBQ on YouTube link
@ https://youtu.be/lRGPp0F98iA?si=SU1mCxD6McRz26F0 }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

I BLUE UP THE HOUSE JONNY LANGE WHERE'S THE ANGEL OF MERCY? FLIPPIN' THE SCRIPT @TheEaglesBand @TheHotelCalifornia #PINKhits

EVE WASN’T FIRING ON ALL 3 CYLINDERS

TIME IS WISDOM; A WISE ASS BEGAN THE FALL

Nobody knows what the true story is, there are a myriad of nearly deranged theories, too

Peak performance requires the dish to run away with spoon, there was only a silver spoon

She ran away with it, she was the dish but needed the spoon to access the sustenance lock

Really good, really bad and really ugly are the only three likely scenarios, all require a cock.

To procreate the species, there had to be some dirty dog or at least artificial insemination

No other possibility other than extraterrestrial intervention in creation & evolution of Man

All too human, too error is human, perfection is divine, which is the nature of the holy Beast

As it is above this planet, so that’s the way it is on this surface; it spins, we all live and die.

Enough rhythm and rhyme to fill in the abstract emptiness inside of the brain’s hemispheres

Think about the tuneage and the attraction it has for the weary who hear nothing all day here

War and peace lock jaws and a winner takes all, not knowing what to do with it, stroke fears

Delicate situation, recollection of the forgotten tidbit we all need to recall, just drink six beers.

On angelic production value of unary bifurcation, I’ve got nothing at all. Nothing’s doing it all

No room for a Space, it’s all the Absolute, the One thing making it all, creating a cosmic doom

Some extinction mongers killed all the buffalo at the Medicine River, all the killers dead & gone

Europe, Asia, India, Africa, and South America, people ain’t just people, leave the bones alone.

I say this once now & once before I take my last huff of breath from the Mother of all Bombs

I carry the ordinance for protection, it seems strangers want to go to prison for murder bumps

Daughters make this world, mothers-to-be inseminated by nonsense, fathers and all only sons

Time now in Space to unload the refuse, discharge the FOMO with inevitable FUBAR, hold on.

Continue running the red lights, walk it off when you run out of fuel, rubber meets the road

Before you know it, you & I will lie down for the last time, won’t get up anymore with a load

Dumped the refuse, recycled into the vast tundra of rocks, stones, mud, rivers runnin’ to Sea

One foot in front of the other, don’t it tick you off that some people shortchanged all of Me?

Hope and Faith that Charity has not become extinct before the species’ forms, 208 bones die

Maybe not today, yesterday but tomorrow, you may discover the divine opine, maybe there Is

Sit in utter silence as long as it takes to stop the heartbeat, listen to the sad purple blue sea

Perfect love, I had it, didn’t keep it, she took it all with her on the road, never came back to me.

Astronauts know, humans Earthbound have no idea, they can’t fathom Nothing but the Truth

Parents long gone, orphans we all wind up being if we’re lucky, ask the babies in utero aborted

Dollars make no sense, all imbeciles know no more than the 1st man & Eve, why the long faces?

Only if your mother & father know the Truth, will they spread the Truth, in four corner places.

You're in a deep groove yet, it’s getting hotter than it’s ever been, winter, fall, spring or summer

You’ve written it all down as if that stops the future from destroying it in a conflagration’s Myrrh

Seeds with the code, who wrote the code accidentally or on purpose, aliens of our soul’s hellfire

On the borders of states, imaginary beings appear & disappear just like the food you consume.

Thoughts come without knowing what they mean in the long run, it’s all for future referencing

You want and need the information you’ll never get, yet it’s still the Thing Itself, God is not dead

There’s no corpse left over to prove the Truth, mother and father of us all, Space above singing

Tuneage with the lyrics & rhapsody in black and blue, played axes & 88’s & rhythm of the Moog.

German descent qualifies to be abducted by the UFO’s which visit looking for you & I, Zieg Heil

Is this all important or not, just forget about it because you can’t explain it, nothing makes sense

At first, there’s a world without you and then there’s this world with you and I, blood runs a bit

If there’s something that really matters to you, go ahead & dive in head first, don’t belly flop it!

by

r j j stephan, i

c. Lundi, 3-23-2026 Anno Domini @ 444 AMPST

{ Crafted while jammin’ to @JonnyLang #OnThatGreatDay LIVE concert on youTube link @ https://youtu.be/E6KLBxJzrmU?si=4Sc-aO8AODLkRJa- }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

@BowWow #AintTrippinMucho #AllAboutTheBASS & I served a @CriticalMass in a bottomless @BlackHoleElegence #OneHugeBlackHole @PhoenixA @CriticalMass @SamCooke

Walls fell in,

Kilroy was here

Ever since the first breath y’all gulped outside my mama’s womb, I was the only One

Belief in occult unknown is akin to belief in the known, knowledge is impossible, son

You can cause nothing other than what’s already been caused, all done two by twos

No stone has been unturned, the immaculate conception & the sperm intro, Blues.

Alcohol changes the perception of the audio-visual sensations, any chemical alters it

Survival skills become useless because there’s a loss of mental clarity, confusion chit

Subjects immersed in the predicates and direct objects, all to deduce the conclusion

That this and that is Life as we know it, astronauts know, they got the Truth suspicion.

Gods, dogs, stacks of cats and barnyard anima domesticated from a bungle in the jungle

Fear of dying locked into the mind, it helps a being to survive the hostile deep sea gull

Narcoleptic malfunction, awake for millennia without a nap, sleeplessness’ advantage

Ready or not, the end of you & I will come, sooner or later, no matter young or old age.

Morbidly obese in a fat head, fat mind loses it’s capacity to sort through categories of It

What It is, sometimes you think you know & other times, it’s an empty set of blather s#it

Down a slope quickly, on the slide into home, no block, no catcher, scored ‘bout the base

Pressed and obliterated beyond recognition, an amorphous blob of intelligence, my face.

Hotter than a pistol after firing an infinite number of rounds, m-16 ammo into a silhouette

Direct hits in the head after firing two in the heart, mark the bullseye, I’m cancelling debts

No more owing to me or anyone I’m allowed to entertain as family and friends, we’re even

As above, so below, entertainment, causes of happiness & its opposite sadness are heaven.

Alternative after death or in a spaceship blasting out of gravity, that is the mystery debt

Y’all know or you don’t know, no two ways about that, no in between in limbo, that’s a bet

I’ll win and I will lose some but, in the finale, the curtain will fall when the play ends in jail

Dream is spent, dry or wet still a dream within a dream, Edgar Poe ate ice man’s coffin nail.

Inside of the empty sets, Nothing dwells without the pending doom, a holy mackerel

Fine or not, the only way to know the Truth is to find it & remember it for yourselves

To say the words to the innocent or the delusional, emotional wrecks in utero, as I say

Energy from the sun, stars and the consumed seeds of life, animated and sublimated.

Nis the time not yesterday or tomorrow but today, this moment’s to be in straits dire

Prior to your conception, you were unknown, after your death, your tombstone record

Shows your name & presence on the planet in random years, it will crumble to dust or

Turn into Space’s cosmic dust, rocks that roll around in concentric paths about the fire.

It’s been measured that the sky is up miles high, after that it’s as if returning to womb

Repossession of the lost words that somebody that’s dead said before he or she died

Inherited communication from ancestors who knew you’d be the one who saw a tomb

Perfected as if meant to be, so temporarily insane that it appears normal truths lied.

Beating you upper now, like I knew all of the riffs of the smokin’ Latino Jazz/Rock/Soul

Near the salty sea’s water or upon the mountaintop full of snow, Truth is Earth lost H2O

Entire exoplanet used to be fully covered by water, H2O has been poured out into Space

Either pre-sucked out by non-Earth denizens or lost to the Void because of a pretty face.

Heal every little ill and sip the rest of the sweet wine of paradise and make it last forever

Dressed to near kill, feelin’ that the murder of living things for food or to you, The Fever

Dribbled to begin the pick and roll, handed off bounced pass and the hot-handed thrice

It’s the GOAT, always was & will always be the One, the only, all-time greats cream @ICE.

Being the only one who knows the secret to getting to the finale without an encore fine

Taking all that’s given, assume nothing & everything will work out in the solution’s opine

All know its presence, in the past that gets you into the future, all progressive blind faith

Divide and conquer the chaos of the humanity, punks without discipline, lock them up 8th.

Trips to the moon available to take you out on dates with your beloved, just took y’all away

Needles and spoons not to mention the burnt green weeds mutated by alien lab farms today

Like it or not, high or low, the pain will come & go just like the heat and the cold, it’s temporal

It’ll be alright someday when they bury you boy, girl too, apropos to the millennial golf ball.

Steps both above and below the basement floor, no elevator or escalator to be the eliminator

As I say and recollect the exact spell, the result is immediately expressed as the charm in her

On my honor, I have nothing but respect for the nature of a beast within, known or oblivious

Because with no spirit, there’s no soul or verve, sparks out of fire, t he God of Ridiculousness.

Just between the two of us and a million other readers, what you know won’t hurt you much

It’s what you don’t know down the tunnel ahead that’s critical, you’re in the center of mulch

You’re a seedling that’s on the way to consciousness immersion out-of-body experience blows

Recorded what you couldn’t recall to show you a Truth happened in flight, eagles love grows.

Before it all began as it will be after it all ends, a matrix of a Void, an infinite ultraviolet glow

Protecting the ones you & I care for as well as any we judge as innocent being bullied so slow

Quick to protect and as swift at removing any braggadocio from the event, an accommodation

Finale curtain drops, last word’s a smile as walls fall in, by the way, Kilroy is here, I’m lost son.

by

r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, September 26, 2025 @ 911 PMPST

{ Suspended judgement while penning this M.P. & inspired by LIVE @Eagles #InTheSphereInVegas on link @ https://youtu.be/dvAh0pp7tBk }

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W.W.A.R.D.?

TEQUILLA SUNRISING AD INFINITUM