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Whoosh

Hey ya hey ya hey ya hey ya hey ya

Hoo ya hoo ya hoo ya hoo ya hoo ya

Hey ya

Hoo ya

Connection

Hopi Hopi Hopi Hopi

Straight line

Triangle

Straight line

Rectangle

Straight line

Trapezoid

Straight line

Octagon

Square

Star

Circle

Communique

Connection

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Navaho

Apache

Maya

Aztec

Cherokee

Hoopa

Nor el Muk Nation

Tepee

Lightning line

Mound builder

Snake line

Pictograph

Connection

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Artisan

Ritual

Mythical

Circleville

Spaceman

Moon rock

Orbital connection

Four Corners

Colorado

Utah

New Mexico

Arizona

Connection

Hopi Hopi Hopi Hopi

Hey ya hey ya hey ya hey ya hey ya

Hoo ya hoo ya hoo ya hoo ya hoo ya

One and one and one is three

It’s as easy as ABC

Hey ya hey ya hey ya hey ya hey ya

Hoo ya hoo ya hoo ya hoo ya hoo ya

Geometrical patterns

Straight line

Connection

Internet connection

Communique

All aboard

Here we go now

One two three four

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Today’s Two Treats:

But firstly:

There’s something on my mind, and I’m busy

Three high school soccer games, bam, bam, bam

A short drive to another game and place to reminisce and recover

One U-15 girls soccer game on Shasta College soccer field (that was treat number one for them.

Oh, treat number two:

I was the ref:

That was also treat number one for me)

Shasta College was’a rock’n-n-a-roll’n, rap’n, and pop’n out loud music prep’n for Saturday night’s football home stand during girls soccer game, a treat for all.

But never mind that, just remember this, as I’ve told you before:

There are three kinds of people in the world:

Those that can count, and those that can’t:

Always try to be one that can

And forget about the fine print:

Just click “accept and continue” and deal with the consequences later

Oh, and, if I die on way home, can’t argue that it wasn’t worth the drive, noth’n outrageously special, just a couple of treats, and a nice drive

And secondly:

There’s still something on my mind, but I’m chill’n now

Where people come from is a mystery, and the same with where they go. And I ain’t just muse’n ’round no more…

Pop songs seem to have less respect for women, less than rock and roll. Even the women singers, especially in pop songs, and the DJs too. But them folks have a lot of cool tunes too. Country seems to have more respect for women than pop songs and rock and roll, but I still just dig that rock and roll. I ain’t never heard a Christian song disrespect women. And I heard a lot of them yesterday, thanks to a friend of mine. And they all always seem better on the radio in a car when you are on a roll.

In my dream

On a highway in a wooded, but cleared road construction area

A baby wildcat hissed and clawed but did not scratch

I picked it up from behind the neck and moved it off the road

It’s mother was nowhere to be seen

I woke and turned on the morning news

A baby bobcat was found by a woman

It had been hit by a car and was injured

She thought it was an injured domesticated cat

It scratched the woman and tests were ordered

Or so the news reported

Don’t hit me when I’m texting and driving, it distracts me

Awesome “Anthem”, no kneelers in sight, then straight to a Rolling Stones recoding of “Brown Sugar”, interspersed with first pitch and line-ups, “how come you dance so good, now”.

Hell may be only a thought in the subconscious, or so some say, but that doesn’t make the subconscious only a thought.

Traveling up river from down river early in the morning. Scanning the river I thought: “I’ve been thinking too much” And pleasurable thoughts drifted my way.

Ever wonder when you’re the kid, what you’ll be doing when you’re not the kid anymore? I think that’s about where I’m at. Amazed at where I’m at and not being the kid. Don’t over-think it, it’s just awesome. But there’s always at least someone missing. But again, don’t over-think it. It’s just a running thought and it’s still awesome. Giants fall 1-0 mid first, and I ain’t even V. Scully.

A note to my real-life friends, especially the younger ones: Those you digitally associate yourself with will allow you to become unknowingly associated with unknown others of even their unknown extended circles, and also gives these extended unknown circles unknown access to your circle of real-life friends. If you care for yourself, and I know you do, and your real-life friends, and I know you do, then be careful who you become associated with in the digital world. Don’t be fooled by an image and info that they portray to lure you into their unknown circles and unknown extended circles. Remember that they are total digital strangers and that you have real-life friends in your real life who care more for you than they ever will, even in times of doubt.

The rule of the day: No jumping off cliffs without supervision, because I like to play tooooooo.

Always be honest, trustworthy, and respectful toward all. You will cross paths with some you do and do not deserve. It is up to you who you decide to hook up with, and walk in the light, or in the shadows with. But always be honest, trustworthy, and respectful toward all, and you will be bound on your path to hook up with those deserving of you, and you deserving of them.

I think I’ll just go on a semi-burrito diet,

and a drive with a song,

but without a navigator,

but with a stop and a pause to collect my thoughts every now and then,

and a message to send,

and a mirror to reflect highlights of days,

and jewelry to reflect light of eyes,

and a rose to reflect smile of surprise,

and a cross to reflect the way,

and digital pencil,

and digital paper,

and digital imagery,

to reflect the times and to write the say,

and that’s just the way,

I feel about it,

oh,

and a taco sometimes,

just to crisscross my thoughts, cuzzz the Giants and I have both suffered a loss,

we are both down by one,

and it’s a sad one,

but the right one,

and,

but what a fun one,

it was,

but it’s not just business or a game,

or something that ends at the end of the day,

that upside down,

sideways,

half empty feeling,

that only time can right and fulfill,

but everything is always to be continued somehow,

and God,

love,

and friendship,

always prevails.

Tornadoes ripped through the city of Omaha

Downtown beneath the pillars

Of the Woodman Tower

I watched people

Running and screaming

Fearing for their lives they ran

In the sky

The clouds of green and gray

Thick with rain

And full of endless shades

I’m not sure but maybe ten

Tornadoes ripped the city then

The wind

Whipped through my hair

From the front

From both sides

And from behind

Faces freaked

With arms outstretched

Fearing for their lives

They ran

North on Eighteenth

But mostly east

On Farnam Street

I saw the sky breaking

Intense

Continual sounds of thunder

Shattered the sky

Pieces of sky

Larger than cities

Crashing hard upon the earth

A huge

Rolling

Tidal wave of earth

Chasing people as they ran

Through the desert

Seeking safety

Yesterday the earth trembled

For many minutes it seemed

I was standing in line in a bank

With a very large floor and a very high ceiling

The upper inside corners of the walls cracked gradually

Dark

Jagged

Lightning shaped cracks

Growing slowly

Showed the light of day

The trembling continued

A soft distant roar

A gentleman and I walked toward the door

Others stood inside with wide open eyes

Glancing at each other

As if telepathically saying goodbye

Once outside

In the brightness of the day

I saw trees and poles

And buildings sway

The streets were vacant

As if to say

Folks here know

There’s no escape

The trembling slowed

And the roar went away

The gentleman and I

Each went our own way

Russian sub in an American bay

American alarms sounding

Someone pulled a plug

In the ocean

The bay began to drain

Someone else walked

The drying floor of the bay

Shutting off alarms

But the sounds did not stop

Until I awoke

And shut off my alarm clock

From the very beginning

To the very end

There is forever

Which is now

Just a thought.

Hey

Who needs this real-life trap?

I have cyber

Friends in my life

Dime a dozen

Drop when not liked

They don’t bug me

Only love me

When I’m sad they

Make me happy

They will never

Ever leave me

‘Cept the one’s

I

Think not to keep

And the one’s who

Think to leave me

Dime a dozen

Who needs them

So

Who needs this real-life trap?

Some people are so: “In both ears and straight out the mouth and full of assumptions”. It’s just an observation, nothing personal, use it to your advantage, get the last laugh, or the last self-inflicted jab.

I looked from the mountains to the river because the river was there and motioning me. Then I looked back to the mountains because the mountains were there and motioning me. But the mountains didn’t look right. They were the wrong colors. Then back to the river. But the river didn’t look right. The river should have been a reflection of the mountains before the mountains didn’t look right. And there was cloud in the water which should have been cloud in the sky in the reflection of the river but there was not a cloud in the sky, only a cloudy sky. And the sky was the wrong color too. And the cloud was not only the sky, but the water too. The reflection of the wrong color in the river of the mountains and the sky was a reflection of tomorrow. It couldn’t have been a reflection of yesterday because yesterday we could drink the water and the colors of the reflections of the mountains and the sky in the river would have been the right colors and not cloudy. But still, for today, it is risky to drink the water and it is clearer than tomorrow.

Ever notice a sad difference between non drug users, recreational drug users, and messed up drug users. Well, for starters, one of them you can’t trust an inch. The others, you can only trust if they aren’t a thief. One of them set’s little traps to trap you in their isolated group and they make it hard for you to escape through their isolated traps. The others invite you in and always let you travel free. One will drain the sparkle right out of you’re eye and rip the love right out of your heart and wipe the smile right off your face, dimming your gleam daily. They will each give you a reputation. Two of them you can trust as long as they aren’t a thief. One of them you can’t trust no matter how honest they seem. One of them will drain the sparkle right out of your eye and rip the love right out of your heart and wipe the smile right off your face, dimming your gleam daily, keeping you trapped and starving for more and you start noticing yourself setting the trap for others but you know that’s really not something that’s in your heart to do. Then you know you’re a messed up drug user but you just might not know it. You’ll be to busy being used and taken advantage of, and starving for more.

Orange sunrises

Purple sunsets

Upward, downward

Forward, backward

Sensible distortions

Solid grounds swell

Empty swings swing

Merry-go-round

Chain link fences contort

Dugout echoes, screech

Desert trails meander to

The steps of a house on a street

Black crows flood the sky

Dogs bark and howl through the night

Night suns streak across

Zigzagging shooting stars

And there’s a hose being spun

Going ‘round and ‘round

Being spun by the one

With an awkward smile

And the orbit gravitates

Trying to draw me in

To the suction of the climax

Of the universal collapse

To a high desert stone

Life condensed

To a high desert stone

All is finely tuned

From the focus of the shoes

To the motion of the fences

To rockets to outer planets

Every detail understood

Nothing goes un-understood

Desert mirage, water walking

Alphabets and numbers talking

People landing, people flying

God is giving, God is taking

Death defying, life is dieing

And to think there is no end

To the music that is dancing

To the beat of all happening

Office, crowded

Shoes shuffle by

Busy afternoon

Principle time

Got to get away

Place of Dave’s

To the garage, because

The house is locked and no one’s home

Bridges were forced apart

In the City of Roses

The trembling earth

Broke slabs of concrete

Separating beams of steel

Where they were connected

All I see are broken bridges

A sunny day with faces affected

All I see are broken bridges

A city flooded

With Willamette stenches

However real

The flat world may seem

There will always be

An artist

Sailing

Voices lingering

On ancient currents

Paths of indignants

Who have walked this world

Congregate now

Before a day of Satan’s spell

Relay concealed wisdom

To those who do attend

Distorted masses

Of detention

There must have been hearts

Sealed within bottles

Devil weed within us all

Dreams and flings

This crystal ball

Just seems so cruel

I can only conclude

It’s the ammunition you pack

That leaves you relaxed

Just got in from a trip through the stars

From far off worlds similar to ours

Where peace and harmony like waters flow

Clean and clear and free for all

Traveled to a well everybody shares

Where no one takes more than an equal share

It’s just a thought away through the planets and stars

Down the Milky Way’s stretched tale afar

You might wonder why I come back here

Why I come back to a place like this

Why I didn’t stay in the lands of bliss

Well I come back to share with you

All about it

Come with me on a trip through the stars

Let me show you ‘round these worlds afar

Come on with me you imaginary things

Let me show you this reality of dreams

Going back again to the lands of dreams

Come along and see peace and harmony

One vision at a time we can bring our thoughts back

Show everybody here where it’s really at

After being chased and pushed

By a large red barge

In a fit of violence

His boat slammed

Into a wooden dock

On the east side

Of the Willamette River

Where the fire station sits

Near the Hawthorn Bridge

He went home to his wife

Somewhere on the mid

To upper east coast

Offering roses at Christmas

For forgiveness

For he had also drifted

In his relationship

He kissed the roses

In their wine glasses

Filled with murky

Pale white wine

While holding her right hand

In his left

As they both sat on the floor

With his back to a wall

He offered no other gifts

He asked for none

But forgiveness

The area below the Christmas tree

Was bare

Except for a couple of gifts

Which drew no attention

From the couple

Music began to play

With an anger in the beat

There was a knock

At the front door

Asking if everything was alright

The wife waited in

The husband said yes

The man knocking at the door

Was unconvinced.

I think it is good for people to spend some of their retirement years while they are young, especially in these current corporate set-ups that is.

Yesterday we were rich

We had friends and burritos

Today we are richer

Because we had yesterday

Tomorrow we will be richer

Sometimes in friendships, if you are fortunate enough, you get a song to share that reminisces days gone by. And if you’re extra lucky, it precedes days to come. Sometimes it’s a location. Sometimes jewelry. Sometimes a flower. Sometimes a fragrance. Sometimes a meal. Sometimes a team to cheer. Sometimes a car to steer. Sometimes in friendships, if you’re fortunate enough, you get all that and more. However, not always in friendships are you fortunate enough to get a number, a number that when heard, seen, or spoken will deliver echoes of sounds and visions of the friendship. A number that reminisces days gone by. And if you’re extra lucky, it precedes days to come.