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I did another experiment on my “cage” …

IYKYK: IIWII

I shouldn’t have but I did.

I poked a BEAR named ZED …

And then PHROGAN-FLEEB reached out from NY and said:

“Go down the rough road and bleed your greed upon the leading ranks. Stankville hookers, wearing dresses of burlap and rope, moving closer, ever closer to that FLIX BUS STOP across from Madison Square Gardens. Be there on a TUESDAY at MIDNIGHT, and you can see the land crab and the ocean fever and the pimps riding scooters as the looters bet on BLUMP.”

FLEEB had a friend named PHIL … PHIL G. DENTON (@716-598-8267).

PHIL lives in UPSTATE NY and reasoned about black sauce and THE crooked boss and the scroglies at Moglies’ in Seneca. His ears stopped working, his BRAIN fooled HIM back, and it’s possible that a baton was passed from one faker to the next baker … and now I have a minder with bad days and TROLL JOURNEYS.

CALL FORWARDING TOO …

“BREAKER ONE NINE”

All because of a BEAR named ZED.

In return, I tells ya: “Hello FLEEB, I’ll be checking in on you soon.”

HELLO PHIL, might we ever meet?

G.M.F.Y.I.L.Y.

P.S.: BEARDS are the new COFFEE FILTER. IYKYK

MOAR FRENS OF DAN …

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Where were we led?

Can you imagine the stories that spread,
in the dwindling fire,
as the world breaks,
bones ache,
and the lines get longer for bread?

Do you see the billowing clouds,
smoke and rain,
nothing to gain,
in plain site for those with fight?

Will you gaze upon the broken realm,
when tireless soldiers fell to the sword,
and worried maidens cast flowers on the ground
and the sound carried,
our forces were harried,
as time turned to water,
we were led to a slaughter?

And the old men,
with stern looks and leering eyes,
none a friend to the torn,
to the born,
to the forlorn and lost,
he’s the boss,
we are the tossed.

You won’t let me stop,
you were there and now you are not,
if you are real,
if you steal,
I can’t belie my fear,
oh dear,
that the car was paper,
that this whole caper,
was planned by Neal,
so very real.

So I say goodbye to fragile friends,
I say goodbye to actors and craft,
I say goodbye to the pretenders,
to the BLENDERS,
the edge-lords and bracket-kings,
I say goodbye to the masters,
blasters,
and those that DO and we do not know.
Goodbye, farewell, till then.

ENOUGH SAID!

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MOAR ROSS

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20250122_MOAR_ROSS.mp3

Donate: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/doctorfreckles

MOAR ROSS:

  1. Don’t know if he’s real, as stated.
  2. Don’t know how innocent he is.
  3. Don’t know if he’s being used.
  4. Don’t fucking care … too many people I can verify exist need my help.
  5. THEY are that EVIL, they would exploit and torture and kill to make a point.
  6. Best Case: they just boosted CRYPTO, perhaps doubling market cap of the whole crypto space (or more).
  7. Worst Case: this is “popping smoke” WRIT LARGE and we are fucked in ways we don’t fully understand yet.
  8. One last rant about MILGRAM.

ANTS and BOOTS: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=17278

DO THIS OR DIE: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=17271

24 BILLION to MARS? – 1970’s cheap …: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=17267

“SAVED”: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=17265