great bend, kansas is my banking town. the last time i was there they told me i was a ripple.
to be more exact, great bend is one of my banking towns; i have many. harlan, bloomfield, rawlins, des moines, independence, blue springs, liberty, las cruces, green river ...
it would be a tragedy to ride from the atlantic ocean -- wool point -- to the pacific -- black point -- and not be able to write something down about the experience. for some reason i'm at a loss for words. perhaps because california struck me as one of the most depressing places. it seemed to me many people there are just sitting around waiting for it to burn up. it was hot and dry. San Pablo Bay was one of the saddest things i've seen in my entire life recently. i left Space Force a .76 ... its kinda like Capricorn except with a dime. or maybe more accurately: ... '' it's exactly like Capricorn -- including the dime. ''
and then there was the apple tree.
there is hope for San Pablo Bay.
please let the Army Corps of Engineers know.
that dead barn owl on the side of the road ...
not so much.
upon arriving in the Avenue of Sequoias, there was a bear. it appeared to be a young adolescent .. poised exactly as the one seen on the Californian flag and Cali propaganda. i have never seen a real bear in my life and it struck me to so easily see one now so close to people and accustomed to the traffic. there was also a deer eating out of a human's hand. my guess was chronic wasting disease.
i made a mental note of the bear to learn the spirit meaning later. i thought strength or power -- something along those lines -- the truth is BEAR represents healing. this comes from hibernation and rest.
the Sequoias are tired.
they told me to let you know they have no names.
and if they do have names, they definitely aren't those of the presidents.
their feet hurt.
the vibrations felt by the shallow root systems -- only thirtysix inches below ground -- are relentless.
one is tasked with walking softly in the Avenue of Sequoias.
this point is missed by many.
the big trees have been touched too many times.
the fires were a welcome reprieve.
BEAR was sent to tell you these things. the space needs rest. many have forgotten respect.
these beings are your elders. ask before you touch.
yoga tree pose on a dead body and rings is hostile.. mocking.
i didn't intend to not like california, it just kinda happened that way.
the sea fleas on the west coast are different. mutated and soft.
TURTLE is alive today because of the trip.
let the Army Corps of Engineers know there still is hope.
those tigers might get away and in my dreams last night
i bought two kits.
it's good to know big d from baltimore got the message about the tornado. so did i.
just sitting watching the news on the television
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set some tigers loose
can't help but feeling
a little desperation
hoping those tigers get away.