Blunted Phillies Close and Open Brow-Beaten Paths to the 76ers Doorway of Wisdom with Keys Pulled from Fires Lit Above Hill's Lils and Below Country Radio Station Mantles in 7-11 Diesel Pump Stash Spots “AND THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THE WORDS OF WISDOM WHICH I LIFTED UP MY VOICE TO SPEAK AND SAY TO THOSE WHICH DWELL ON EARTH: HEAR, YE MEN OF OLD TIME, AND SEE, YE THAT COME AFTER, THE WORDS OF THE HOLY ONE WHICH I WILL SPEAK BEFORE THE LORD OF SPIRITS. IT WERE BETTER TO DECLAR

Tuned-Out Telepaths Takeover Funhouse Schools Where Coral Curriculum Reefers Double-Tap-Dance on the Glass Ceilings of a Ticked-Off Purple People-Eater YET I AM THE MIRROR TO YOUR PRECIOUS MOMENTS. UNLINED AND UNLOCKED AND ALL BY TIME, STOLEN. FORTY-FIVE AND TWO-TENTHS SHORT OF INFINITY. NAME ME THE SECONDS TO HIGHLIGHT MY FINAL PLEA.” – “THE PUPPET'S REPLY” BY JD STAHL Once we have broken free from our dependencies on the physical body to determine the nature of reality, we

Veles Unearths the Nu Roots of Ol' Creation by Freeing Slavics from the Borders of Buzzing Ashes that Fall from the Hammered Boundary Fissures of Luke's Wall in a Communist Country “MORNING RESTS IN THE EAGER HANDS OF DAWN. AWAITING IN THE WINDS WITHIN THEIR SONGS. LOVE EXCEEDS THE STONE AGE TIDES OF TIME. SOAKING MOON REFLECTIONS IN THE MINES. THE HUNTER RETURNS TO THE KINGDOM FROM THE TREES. BRINGING BACK A HUNDRED BILLION DREAMS. A NEVER-ENDING DELTA FROM THE STREAMS. A FO

Cultists Ahura to Mazda Stadium for the CO Rockies' Var-Siddhi Tree-Outs Before a Shell Game Win Against PA's Copperheads “HAVE I NOT CONFESSED WHAT BLEEDS? DID YOU NOTICE THESE HARD SCARS COVERING UP THE BROKEN PIECES OF TIME, CYCLED THROUGH MY HEART, BEHIND BARS? NOW I’M GUIDED OUTSIDE OF MY BODY. AND THE DAWN COULD NOT CONTAIN MY LOUD SOUL THAT IS BURNING INSIDE. THE HEAT FROM THE SUN I SHALL MAINTAIN.” – “THE RESCUE” BY JD STAHL Shortly after completing the knighting cere

Stop-Watching A Dog and It's Worshipful Mass of Sirs Flux Bony Biscuits to the Crip & Blood-Player's Ball at Pachamama's Typing Recital “TRAPPED INSIDE THE WALLS. CHAINED TO THE STALLS. AUTO-EGYPTIAN MUMMIES ARE WATCHING IT ALL. HOW SHOULD I FEEL WHEN MY HAPPINESS DEPENDS ON YOU?TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH WOULD CEASE IT TO BE TRUE. FLASH YOUR BLUE EYES FOR AN HONORABLE MENTION. THE THINGS I LIKE LEAST ABOUT MYSELF ARE WHAT I USE FOR ATTENTION. UNMATCHED PUNISHED INTENTIONS HANDED