Manic Beatnik Riffing

criteria anyone?

TOUCHDOWN!!

Dream. I Could be a Quarterback. Backyard, Cold Air Gray Clouds, Memory. Dad’s in the Den, Wanna Play Catch. He Wants to Relax, Watching His Team Lose. Desperately Wanting to Win- I’ll Kick a Field Goal for Ya!! But I Can’t Even Clear the Fence, Try and Try. Dream. I Could be a Quarterback. Maybe Next Time. Throwing the Bean Bag Ball in the Basement. Alone, I am My Own Receiver. Pitched Perfectly, On a Dime, TOUCHDOWN!!

Buddha Chat Support

a Granola Bar Rolling Down the Street on a Mountain Bike. Waiting for my Jedi, Who is trying to Sway Me Out of my Dark Side. Light Side Healthy Happy Helpful Hints.

Transportation

a Bunch of Sentient Beings on a Bus, rush hour. Souls having Bodily Experiences, whether they believe THAT or NOT. In any event, I KNOW these BASTARDS are ALIVE, and OUR FORTUNES ARE TIED TO THE ONE BEHIND THE STEERING WHEEL. (god help us all)

Seclusion

I am so Sheltered that I board the 7 Express Bus and Experience CULTURESHOCK- a townie in a Sea of Professionals.

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The Bank Manager’s Pupils were WHITE! I swore it was like looking into the eyes of someone was STARING at the FACE of GOD. Only later did I realize, it was just the reflection of her computer monitor.