let's hit the road let's hit the rails we'll leave this city behind to find the world and loose ourselves in the moment in a boxcar to who the f knows where it'll be cold there'll be sleet snow and rain we'll be parched famished sunburned and insane it'll be dangerous we could die or we might find something to live for in these white bread lives. let's hop a train tomorrow night drop out and quit your job cause you just might wake up in twenty from now wishing that you hadn't gone to work or school or just stayed home and caught a hotshot on the fly out of Portland Oregon over the blue mountains across the Idaho plains dancing to the rhythm of the rolling freight singing to the wind about this life that will never again taste resignation. it's a long f road back home . I've never felt so helpless or invincible at once, that my friends is the true taste of freedom, it can't be granted by kings or gods. right now there's so much to live for. the past can't touch us and the future is dead. I'll bury it with my apprehensions and absolve myself in this: full speed ahead, straight on to disaster!

Monday, August 10, 2009

one day

Corina and I spent over two hours, yes you heard that right, in Starbucks downtown today. There were some interesting phrases on out coffee cups, one I particularly enjoyed: "'So-called 'global warming' is just a secret ploy by wacko tree-huggers to make America energy indepedent, clean our air and water, improve the fuel efficiency of our vehicles, kick-start 21st-century industries, and make our cities safter and more liveable. Don't let them get away with it!' -Chip Giller"

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