The Gifted GayRod

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Earthly Treasure,

Hang in there, kid. You have a gifted spirit, and deep down you know it. You exist in a data-based world, and learning is a lifetime quest.

You've already earned the grand prize of life. Now is your time to live. In the playground of good and evil, there's nothing more to win.

Keep an open mind, follow your heart, and learn as much as you can. You'll fuck up for sure. It'll happen a lot, and that will never change.

There are lessons to learn from the mistakes you'll make. Memories are seeds. Pay attention to your pivots.

Appreciate and care for others, but you are your only concern.

You'll see your reflection in mirrors at first; those are great places to start. Be honest with the man you are; acknowledge when you're wrong.

A lot won't make sense for a very long time. You won't feel important until you believe you're important.

It will blow your mind how many people lose themselves, and how fast (and often) it happens.

Universal expectations of humans are low. Learn to be humble. This isn't a drill.

I can't tell you more, but remember III things:

Life is jam packed with shock and surprise.
I'll always have your back, even when you think I don't.
It's important you do this alone.

Born this way

My last name is Garrod.
Someone called me a “Gay-rod” in elementary school.
It was a joke before it wasn’t.

They weren’t wrong, but kids can be dicks.
I learned real quick to keep certain thoughts private.

I knew I was different.
I felt different.
I'm still the same; different.

I was an only child until a fortnight after turning 13 in 1987.

I spent a lot of time in my mind, imagining a world I belonged.
I thought of imagination as a 5UPERP0WER.
Sti11 do.

Magic and mutants

How old were you when you knew you were different?

I believed in magic, mutants, and miracles.

As a kid, I was a terrible magician. The only trick I ever performed was making a nickel and dime disappear from my mouth. Eventually, they reappeared when my dad retrieved them from my bowel movement.

Magic was off the table and in the toilet.

I told myself that my mutant powers weren’t ready to develop, but I would eventually have them. I was going to be part of the X-Men.

It was an innate, deep-rooted feeling, as if it were part of my DNA, and far less confusing than puberty.

At the end of the day, I was born this way.
12 years before Stefani Joanne Germanotta, and
36 years before Lady Gaga dropped the single.

However, this isn’t about being gay.
This is about human connection.
And puppy love.

We all have gifts.
Be mindful when using them.
Every thought fuels an outcome.
Your subconscious mind knows your truth.
Karma isn’t a concept.
Be good to people or don’t be anything at all.

Call it what you want

I’ve known I was gay my entire life.
I never loved myself less for being gay.
I was never mad at God for making me this way.

Even still, I did my best to keep it a secret until leaving Alaska in 1992.

It only took one semester of college.
Once I came out, people started coming out to me.
Technology was quite different in 1992.

That's the GayRod in me.

My attraction to men was entirely natural.
I never felt guilty, nor ashamed.
I admired masculinity;
it attracted me.
It was magnetic.
I touched it; it magnetized me.

I never thought about the consequence of my magnetic field being a little too strong.

Still haven’t.
It’s a little late for that anyway.
Hindsight.

Now I own the domain.

GAYROD.COM
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
MAGNET SOURCING MAGNETS

Foresight.

What would a rainbow do?

Rainbows emerge under perfect conditions in earth’s atmosphere.

Rainbows add spectrums of beauty to landscapes around the world.

Rainbows are especially welcome toward the end of a chaotic storm.

Rainbows don’t discriminate.

They inspire.

Cleanup on planET3! The USA shit the bed again!

Is anyone surprised?

The hazing was destined to go haywire.
It wouldn’t have worked otherwise.

Peace is the phoenix formed by universal law.
Universal law trumps human claws.

Some people were shocked, and others weren’t.
Sloppy and predictable micro efforts, alone, will never change the world.

Grease Lightning in a Bottle!
Danny and Sandy have competition now!

Taylor et The Tight Ends’ End Game!
Taylor Swift, Travis Kelce, and Tiger King Friday

Delulu Darby and Boring Barbie
The ones (111) with matching scars

It’s about to get colorful!

Travis – gAridChaos

Rainbow! Rainbow!
ALL THE WAY!
Shot from your butt!
Unicorn!

This isn’t about
what’s true, false, fact, or fiction.

It’s about patterns, ideas,
experience, and endless possibilities.

“LIFE!”
When?
“ALWAYS!”
WHAT?

Did I sign up for this?

...

Don’t answer that.

Travis – gAridChaos

Something’s brewing in America

My name is Travis.
I was made the American way.
Born and brewed in the USA!

I live in a bubble.

I don’t remember anything from before I was born.
What’s real to me, are stories to you!

You live in a bubble too.

Out here bubble bumpin’ with other dreamers.

We are now free to move about the bubbles!

Come out, come out, wherever you are...

The Rule of Bumpin’ Bubbles

Your bubble, your life!
My bubble, my life!

Don’t actively try bursting mine.
I’ll do my best not to burst yours.

There is, however, one big bubble but.
Nobody’s bubble is spared by truth.

Truth delivers humbling blows more effectively than personal opinions ever will.

Can you handle the truth?

What if the truth was contrary
to everything you believe to be true?

Truth is true.

Egos betray every day.
Don't let yours get in your way.

That never ends well.

If your bubble is reinforced with a hardened heart and a darkened soul, find your light and glow your soul.
Only then, will your soul grow.

Protect your energy like it’s all you have.
It’s the only thing keeping you alive.

I pledge allegiance to me, myself, and iii!!!ATLASt

While living in the land of the free, I’ve taken freedom for granted.

I was an outdoor dog with enough room to run that I didn’t care about the bolted pole I was tethered to.

While living in the home of the brave, I haven’t been the bravest I can be.

Living in the U.S. doesn’t make you a brave person.
The U.S. is home to a lot of adjectives, nouns, and pronouns.

Pessimism is Easy

I’ve been pissed off, angry, and pessimistic on countless occasions.
Every time, was a reminder of how debilitating a bad attitude can be.

Recurring pessimism shouldn’t be a thing. But it is until it isn’t. That’s what underrepresented, overlooked, and ignored underdogs eventually realize.

If pessimism got anyone anywhere, everyone in the world, would be on top of the world!

Growth is sexy.
Sometimes that requires a step back.

Weak Minds of Small Men

This is about celebrating the aspects of life that trigger the egos of fragile men.
Damaged men and their template wives don’t deserve the attention
they used to garner so easily.

This is about honoring your innate senses, intuition and discernment
without being manipulated to submission and shame.

This is about embracing emotions, feelings, healing,
and growth.

This is about leveling up and not looking back.

This is about maturity and taking control.
But your life’s mission cannot actively
target the inalienable rights of others.

Everyone in this county has the
right to life, liberty and the
pursuit of happiness.

Live and let live.

Otherwise,
fuck off.

Spread love like Miracle Whip, with a tangy zip!

Never underestimate your impact on anyone.
Words matter and they spread quicker than you ever thought.
Empathy enables us to unite in powerful ways.
The smallest gesture can change lives.

Some people wait for the world to change,
and others change the world.

We communicate in ways you haven't imagined.
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St. Patrick’s Hattrick

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Or not. Knot!

What will you find at the end of your rainbow?

Triple Penetration

Facebook hit me with a memory from seven years ago today.
March 17, 2019. I shared it again. Two points landed.

Read the original A Perfect Stage to Rattle Your Cage, Pt. 3.

Then it hit me. Today was St. Patrick’s Day.
It’s time for St. Patrick’s hattrick.

Triple Penetrated!

Some call him Patrick.
He isn’t a saint.
He’s a leprechaun.

Papa Hattrick has entered the chat.

Three impacts in succession.
They call it a hattrick.
I call it triple penetration.

Life.
Language.
Structure.
That’s mountain peak energy.
This triple penetration is paramount.

A meaningful life is mountain peak energy.

Allow me to plant three seeds.

A Perfect Stage to Rattle Your Cage, Pt. 1
A Perfect Stage to Rattle Your Cage, Pt. 2
A Perfect Stage to Rattle Your Cage, Pt. 3

Life needs meaning to thrive.
Otherwise it dies.

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Two Down

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March 13, 2026

Happy Friday the 13th to those who celebrate!
One more yet this year.
Or two.
Ish.

February 13, 2026
March 13, 2026
September 13, 1974 (52 years ago)
November 13, 2026

Spaced precisely apart to feel like punctuation.

One third is served tonight
the second spark
the encore mark
the omen

KINETIC PARTICLES

Inherent birth of inferno
Never too hot
Every dead forest nightmare
T‘ink
Ignited with oxygen
Chemical burn
That’s hot
Intelligence of the ArtOfficial kind
C student at best
Light me up
Extinguish at your own risk
SPARK

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Eight is Key

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A stitch in the quilted tapestry of time.

‘Pattern recognition’ is how it started.
Many years ago.
Decades.

I used to call it coincidence.
Everyone does.
Until ‘coincidence’ felt like an insult to my intelligence.

Simply crumb dumping.

I wrote a poem yesterday.
“Eight is key”
It’s a unique poem.
It’s the 53rd (and final) poem of a sequence.
The poems are under construction.
Announcements to come.

Today, I stumbled on a fun fact I did not expect or plan.

March 8, 2018

Eight years ago, I published “Second Time Swine.”

It made sense then.
It makes double sense now.
The message hits six feet deep today.

Anchored truth - however chopped - ages like fine wine.
  1. Nothing changes about the past.
  2. The only thing that changes is you(r perception).
  3. You finally understand why it mattered.

Is time on your side?

Date and time stamps are a language nobody expects to speak later in life.

Duration
Memory
Sequence
Re-encounter

March 8th, 2018
Second Time Swine
Unedited
Posted below.

A second time.

Same swine!

Second Time Swine

Tasmanian Devils, Activate!

I tried making waves, but soon realized that was a great waste of time. I’m not here to surf.

I’m here to live a life that leaves an unsettled aftermath of inspiration to remind us of one simple truth.

Don’t be ashamed to make life fun.

Love relentlessly with an open mind. Listen to everything, question everything, stay curious, and don’t be afraid to explore…anything. Speak your mind, but also be mindful of apologies.

Land-based & See Sick

My life isn’t any more tragic than any other human tragedy, and I’ve seen some astounding events. I didn’t enter the this world prepared for what followed, but it only got crazier, more painful, increasingly cryptic, and wildly rewarding.

Everyone makes one giant mistake.

Fear is your first feeling, then the pendulum between juxtaposed emotions begins. Life is about connection, communication, curiosity, and care.

Humanity cannot be faked, and will never be faked.

Everyone has a story worth sharing, but not everyone has the ability (confidence) or platform to share their story.

Some either don’t take a chance, or never have one. Some don’t recognize the chance, while others blow their chance.

I’ve witnessed awful things occur between people, but the worst humans are always responsible for the largest groundswell of a fearless, unwavering commitment to truth.

“Gimme a silencer, I’m gonna need a minute.” ~Anonymous Pirate of the Caribbean

Be part of the groundswell.

Second Time Swine

Red rover,
Land over,
No Grover,
It’s over.

Time Up? Or Time…
Thought you’ve seen it all?

Have you lost your eye?

Not even close,
Trust me when I say,
Rethink your play.

Don’t try this one again.

Got another
century?

Back to your busted self,
Enjoy one more trip through hell…
…and some bad news.

Sorry to Ruin Your Warning! Reset in 3...2...1...
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February 13, 2026

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Every year has at least one Friday the 13th.
Some years have II.
Fewer have III.
The last time there were three?
11 years ago.
2015.

Spaced precisely apart to feel like punctuation.

2026 has III!

February 13, 2026
March 13, 2026
September 13, 1974 (52 years ago)
November 13, 2026

One 52

A full deck.
No jokers.

One third is served tonight;
the first spark,
the opening sip,
the omen.

Alignment refuses to be coincidence

Patterns become rhythmic.
Time becomes code.
Events become threads.
Plots twist and turn.
Time reveals.

Life goes on.

Humans are stories

I've been telling mine for 11 years.

13 has been with me since the beginning.
Birthed on a 13th.
Friday, no less.
Timestamp before symbol.
Symbol before math.

Then 13 became a beacon.

Since 2024.
And ever since,
13’s tugging at my heartstring.
Reminding me that I belong exactly where I am.
13 continues to hug me like a protective imaginary friend.

“Get ready you fabulous fifty2cent artifact.”

I’m ready.

“We have so much work to do.”

Time stamped art/i/facts.
And a legendary muse.

A dumpster crumb for whoever knows.
My funny valentine.

One third is served tonight; the first spark, the opening sip, the omen.

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