It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you Without a strong rhyme to step to 
Think of how many weak shows you slept through 
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss 
The rhymes from the microphone soloist And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon 
As you hear it, pump up the volume 
Dance wit the speaker 'till  you hear it blow, Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go 
It's a 4 letter word when it's heard,  it control your body to dance (You got it) soul, 
Directs the tempo like a red alert 
Reaches your reflex, so let it work 
When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit 
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit 
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, 
the rhyme will go Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago 
It can be done, but only I can do it 
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it 
I start to think and then I sink 
Into the paper like I was ink 
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines, 
I escape when I finish the rhyme... I got soul

Dreamlog/6.19.09/Out to sea: Work verification, and dank bud for me!

It felt good to be out of the Navy.

I remembered I could get my job back if I wanted, but fuck it was working for DISH! I did not want to work there!

I had to go verify that they at least had me on file, yet I still didn't care to work there. It was like a shared public library, converted into a call center during the day. You could still go in and get books and use it as a library, but now all the computers and open areas are a fuckin call center!

I’m walking through and someone asks me to do something work related, and I’m like "No sorry, I don’t work here" so I go back to wherever the "personnel department" is.

There’s a smokin hot older woman who's getting ready to hand me some... stuff. I guess I need this... stuff?

Then I'm outside near what seems to be a break area. There are park benches, and a table.

Suddenly there’s this ultra super-duper smokin hot, hotness of a hottie there. A down to earth smoker girl.

I somehow engage in being stupified by her hottie-hot hotness. I guess I tell her something about it being 5 years since I lit up some herbs, and she takes out a sack and gives me this whole fat bud, and puts it in a small plastic bag for me!

I am ultra thankful and tell her we should kick it some time.

I tell her I can’t say much, because I was awestruck by her beauty...

...but suddenly remembered to compose myself.

She laughs, and agrees we should hang. I then remember that she's not aware that I’m separated... FUCK!

...and I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/6.18.09/Out to sea: Travels, Malls, and Zombie Dames?

It may have started off in a high foreign hilltop mall. It was multilevel, assumingly Asian, and emblazoned in a beautifully lit gold color.

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There was this huge escalator that went up for 5 or 6 stories.There were old folks lost in the food court. It’s a foggy evening outside.

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On a huge grassy hill is where I’m at next and there's alot of clouds in the sky.

I may or may not have been on a flight in an instant. I vaguely remember flying.

Then I was in a small hotel lobby. An older blonde woman is checking in with two young girls who I believe are her daughters.

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The blonde has a tan, and a blue denim one piece summer dress. I check her out and think to myself "she’s okay I guess". I say something about her to whoever I was with, and the littlest girl, around 6 or 7 years old, says something back. The mother notices this and apologizes to me.

I then find out that the woman had a friend who recently passed, I guess. Then she starts giving me "I’m available to bang” signals.

Next... I’m at an adjacent hotel lobby which is all "1960’s". The hotel dude wearing maroon, who may or may not be of South American origin has messy hair. I get checked in as he asks for my id, and he has me sign some papers.

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I remember that I no longer have a military id, and show him my license and my credit card for id as well.

He shows me the direction I can find my room in, and I remember 5b. I guess that’s the room number.

I then go through what seems to be an outdoor parking lot, like Ala Moana in Honolulu. I am suddenly in a mall built in a circular fashion.

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There are kids causing mayhem all over some super fresh kiddie rides. I think to myself “How the hell am I supposed to find this place now?”.

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Next, there’s... like a blood thirsty-female-zombie type thing behind bars. She wasn’t scary or anything, just there looking out at her surroundings.

...and I'm awake again.

Dreamlog/6.17.09/Out to sea: Mud walk To Aunts, and driving the Veedub.

We start off up a hill.

There is a hilly region made of mud. like cake frosting.

Like coffee colored with cream.

We had already started going up the street hill, which was a steady incline up about half a mile in to the side street neighborhood. Whatever that is.

Now I’m walking out to meet my aunt. It’s her house, and apparently I’m visiting.

I don’t hug her because i’m all muddy. Well at least my shoes are.

She takes me in to the house and I say hi to my uncle and two of his friends that are seated in the living room.

He tells me that there's mud all over the carpet, but I don’t see any.

I walk to the kitchen and somehow miraculously, clean up in doing so. I finally hug my aunt who doesn’t want to let go, but not in the scary aunt way...

I then go to the living room, hug my uncle and say "hi nice to meet you" to his friend who has a mullet. It seems he’s been in the sun a lot. He appears to be some sort of hardworking construction dude.

I think his wife is there. I end up taking my aunt to.... the post office(?) in my Veedub.

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It’s up the street. about 2 blocks up the hill. Next I remember being in the parking lot and we’re leaving back to the house I guess.

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I remember there being a girl involved in all of this. Maybe younger, maybe not - but can not recall what we were involved in.

...and i'm awake again.

...thanks for stopping by.

Rob will be deactivating facespace soon, and won't be back. He has better things to do, and lately finds groups, invite's and "liking" things on Facespace, trendy and impersonal. He doesn't read, rock climb, draw, email, blog, listen to music, or for that matter communicate with his "real friends" as much as he used to, and wants those really important things back in his life. He will also be delving further into his studies, which is what he should be focusing on now that he's finally, all... "scholarly".

Call me old fashioned, but when was the last time you licked a stamp and sent someone an actual letter? When is the last time you actually called "that person"? Or hung out with them face to face, like we all used to. Instead of just "liking" their pic, or on the other hand, blocked your chat status, because you were afraid that your friends would want to talk to you? Isn't that what friends do?

How much do we really know about eachother? If I want anything to do with a "cafeworld", I will ride my bike down the block and get a coffee, and personally invite YOU, in the real world. If I want to do anything on a "farmville", I know where there's a real one that I can work on, with people I consider to be my own family.

I'm a kid at heart. Let's play a board game together, before they become extinct. I suck at chess, but love to play, and haven't played for years. I'm going to learn how to do magic tricks with a deck of cards in my free time. One day, I will run a marathon. I will continue to scour the web for information about how fu(ked up our Government is, because that's what I like to do. I will do things that are far more fulfilling to ME.

If you know my number, you can call/text me. If you have my email, then email me what ever it is that you want, and it will be between You, and I. If you want to see some of my crazy dreams illustrated, check out my blog, which I will be working on more frequently, instead of updating my status to "just wiped his ass at trendy burger". If you want to send me a pic, then send me a pic, send me a gangload of pics. Send me "Hey Rob, remember when we..." and I'll send it back.

If you need someone to run/walk with, or some advice, I can be that person. If you wanna hang out/drink beer, then lets hang out/drink beer, and/or smoke Hookah too: I like good Beer, and Hookah!

Communication is key, while status is only a classification, and there will always be distance between shared links. Feel free to copy and paste this, if and when you feel the need.

Signed, like people used to:

Your Friend,

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