A-ramblin'

There is a very slight threshold where there is something that glows like an empowerment and its juxtaposed against something that glows very ominous in an opposite sort of fashion.

I have decided that alaska is a very expensive place to go at the last minutes, and plus there will be too much light, and i am not appreciating light. Instead i am going to ramble on, because now's the time and the time is now. I am going to ramble very similarly to how woody guthrie rambled during the depression years, with a knapsack and a guitar slung around the torso and a harmonica in the pocket. Except that i will be rambling with a 2006 pontiac g6, which is probably more bourgeois than woody guthrie handled things. But i will not let that keep myself from acting deeply socially conscious and humble in an elitist sort of way.

I am going to take a sack of books, even though i will probably only read one. The point is that i will have a sack of books and i will be being intent on having nothing better to do than read the books. I will find a large rock on belle isle and hopefully it will have an overhanging tree and the water will be rushing but not too fast and there will be hipsters walking the path but not too many and then when everyone gets out of work i will sling my knapsack and geetar around my torso and walk back uptown. It is the most brilliant idea i have had in months.

My first book will be about woody guthrie. What a spooky coincidence and a double entendre. By the way a double entendre is somewhat different from the one with an accented 'e', because those kind are not as flexible and also they are sickeningly french.

I was hoping that my second book would be about syd barrett or nick drake, but more likely my second book will be about tom joad, because by the time i am ready for a second book i will be on a roll with great depression characters who ramble, and i will not feel like reading about any tragic sensitive males because they are boring and worthless, and i would rather read about heroes who make ignorance crushable, like gandhi. Or something.

I would totally read a book about gandhi if he were a down-on-his-luck okie. Oh well.

Only richmond feels like home, even when some other sorry bastards are living in my apartments.