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.

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

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...

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.

Travis → TraVis(ion)

DevilishSmirk → gAridChaos
Cultural signal stored early.
Receipts from the future.
Stamped in the past.
Floor-ish → FLOURISH.

Hail Mary! → QuiETContrary!
How does your garden growl?

In silence.
Rhythmic and mythic.
You know when you sense it.
Trust your nervous system.

“The nerve of that guy!”

Audacity’s back!

ExTraVis(ion)

Baby, you were born with it.
You'll learn to use it.
Over time.
Maybe.

It feels good to think you have purpose.
Discovery is on you.
Every decision along the way?
Also on you.
Follow through?
Again, all on you.
Good luck.
Sense coherence.
Beyond the physical five.

It’s in your DNA.

Is there a chiropractor for moral posture in the house?

Realizing untapped potential after 50?
Yes, please.

What’s your damage?

Tune in an tend.

Beavers dam.
Anchors don’t.

ExtraExTraVisions

Nothing is something.
Something isn’t nothing.
Nothing matters.
Everything matters.

Proof is in the pudding.
No ordinary pudding.
This pudding’s different.

Who dumped a puzzle in the pudding?

Peace is in the pudding-covered puzzle pieces.
PuDDing puzzle pieces are meSSy.

The third 'eye' is in 'formulatIon'
What about the other two?
They're stuck 'In/formatIon'

Find peace in the puDDing pieces.
Start puTTing the peaceful pieces together.

A piece without peace is not a piece you need.

Forget they exist.
And their devices.

ExTraSexyExTraVisions

Surprise and shine, Swifties!
Masterminds think alike!

EasterSantaBunnyClaus returned to earth.
The sky border is the only border that matters.

The most porous border that you never hear fuck about.

Porous > Poor US > POTUS

*womp womp want whomPOTU$*
From Greeter to GREEDER
T'was fun while iiiT lasted.

Grinnin’ like a devil, with a sleigh full of eggs.
He has enough for everyone!
And their faces.

Is it too soon to do this yet?

Get it, girl!
Rise above grievance egos.
Rage against grievance egos.
Rise & Rage
R&R
Owls are wise.
Wisdom is wild.
Look what you made us do.

Loud and cloudy.

To be continued…

…!

…!!

…!!!

…just(ice) in time.

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