Perhaps this is advice to me to hippity-hopitty over to Tampa Bay and reconnect with old friends.
Music: Jokerman by Bob Dylan, Circle in the Sand by Belinda Carlisle

Coincidentally, I have been mooning over my music files, wondering which YouTube music selections would be most appropriate for this scene. So here we have another "I see you, do you see me" sign from a ghostly propensity signaling from the cloud cover nebulosities, evidently associated with Higher Intelligence in the Universe and the Divine Comedy of Love and Sexuality. Hurricane Ike is expected to arrive in Texas late Friday or early Saturday and could strengthen to a Category 3 hurricane over the next day or two.
Music: Rock Me Gently by Andy Kim, Classical Gas by Mason Williams.

"What I Want is that you "knot hit" the Texas Coast!" cries the composer or bitch boy, strangling Hurricane Ike, which now shows its devil's face off the East Coast as its beautiful bottom turns to cleavage. The image on his computer screen has turned into Ike's frightening terrible visage, as Ike brandishes a pickaxe behind his head. "Cleave you I will", says Hurricane Ike, now showing a devilish, facet of its personality as its desirable behind turns into busty cleavage. "Bust you I must!", adds Hurricane Ike, now showing beard hairs as it prepares to throw debris about like porcupine quills. September 11, 2001 was 7 years ago today.

Galveston Bay may be pounded by an ocean surge 25 feet high (7.6 meters), with water levels a mile in from the coast exceeding 9 feet. Ike tripled in size in the Gulf of Mexico in the past two days, becoming a Category 2 hurricane with sustained winds of 105 miles per hour (169 kph), following a track similar to the 1900 Galveston hurricane that killed 8,000 people, the deadliest storm in U.S. history. It looks like the storm is going supply a hellacious "disaster", as its energy whirl mirrors sexual encounter with the fundamental forces of the id. Straight from the shoulder, Hurricane Ike now presents the mythic image of a magic swirling ship chased by fun-loving spirits of adventure, casting human shadows into space from its turbulent mirror. Note that the shoulder of the storm system emanates from Wichita, where I am sitting grooming these Hurricane essay plumes, having just finished an exercise session while playing The Rolling Stones, whom the figure shoulder-centered in Kansas resembles. "The Rolling Stones" are shown in the mythic image above as a pair of my black cast iron Jack LaLanne dumbell plates held in the hand of the smiling figure.
We used to play the Rolling Stones at the Muscle Beach Party scene we had going at Horseshoe Lake 41 years ago, where I saw Allan Seavee snatch 180 lb with one hand. I could manage to jerk it overhead with one hand from the shoulder, myself, but could absolutely not just snatch it overhead in one smooth motion. At the time I could bench press about 345 lb. Seavee was a spectacular diver resembling the Mike Nomad comic book character who could swing himself up to great heights on a chain swing before cutting loose with a 2 1/2 spinning dive, usually cutting down into the water with perfect grace, sometimes busting in at entirely the wrong angle, but always sturdy for the practice. I could manage a Jacknife from the swing, anyway, and a 1 1/2 from a low board. See also Steve Roper and Mike Nomad.
Music: Magical Mystery Tour by Paul McCartney,
Mr. Tambourine Man by Bob Dylan.
Jumping Jack Flash & Satisfaction, Paint It Black by the Rolling Stones.