Las Vegas Coffee

Some things got picked out



Nevada. Rad. Most empty place I've ever been; the whole state's an army of 8,000-12,000 foot gold and silver caterpillars crawling miles long out of Mexico. Every kind of cliff, snow cap, rock, and gentle ridge was there. Everything was this dead yellow.

Donkeys, Cows, and Joshua trees! Ever since I saw old films like "It came from outer space" I've been obssessed with this thing. Most surreal plant in a most surreal environment. If aliens do walk among us, this may be one of them.



I even saw a UFO which was probably a military training jet flying low in the valley but since i don't *know* that it is still a UFO to me.

There Many shooting stars; ghost towns,



old gold and silver mines;



contemporary gold and silver mines, friendly people.

Locked my keys inside the car. They rip you off to remedy that around here.... all my gambling and prostitution cash gone to the lock smith. I've been so obsessed with life right lately I'd almost pay for a prostitute just to be able to analyze the experience; but diseases and brothels with old sheets and many other people's pubic hairs and semen scare me. Sigh...



Tomarrow's just breakfast, tour booking, and if I've done a lot of good I'll walk the strip at night just to see it. More on this...

If you haven't heard it yet: Travel. I don't care who you are, what gender or sexual orientation you are, what ethnicity you are, what you look like, what medical conditions you have, what family you have, what job you have. You owe it to yourself.

I re-align my sights upon a job, a girlfriend, a rent, and a semi-career. But these months I will take with me. And thus I have been converted, to a travel-propagandist. I don't care who gets sick of me talking about it.

I'm talking about it because I'm not talking about myself; I'm talking about you and what your life is and where your mind is; and what these things could be. Travel is the one thing that contradicts nothing... neither philosophies nor lifestyles. Simultaneously, it enriches everything, and everyone it touches.

I'm not usually very nationalistic-anything at all, and I don't totally think it's nationalistic to say this; but if you live in the US, you should really make an effort to criss cross it by car a bit... not because the veterans died to protect the freedoms you have here to own a strip mine, to have a brothel, to bury nuclear waste under a mountain, or get drunk.... not because God wanted you to kill the Indians and live here; nor even because 'the road' is still as romantic and sexy as it was 60 years ago to Jack Kerouac. Last but not least, do not travel so you can have sex with lots of strangers (though this is not precluded).

See this stuff because in traveling you learn a lot of good people skills about humility, relying on others, relying on yourself, and asking for as well as giving help to people. Plus it's beautiful; and even though like the sailor washed overboard most proletarians can but afford the briefest gasps of air amid these whirlpools of jobs, families, health insurance, etc... You gain a sense of confidence and perspective in nature and yourself that is irreplaceable as it is invaluable:

1) Your apartment does not matter. Your apartment is a pile of matches that one day tourists will graffiti obscenities over while looting your remaining brick, floorboards, and food packaging for souvenirs.

2) Your boss is tiny, weak, and short lived. Your boss does not have a diverse ecosystem, snow caps, thousand foot cliffs, open ranges, dry lakes, or towering mesas. Your boss is a bug and is not the true source of power; Earth is. Subsequently: are you still afraid, cowered? How about respecting what deserves it the most, starting with yourself?

3) There are a lot of fucked up people. Many of them are more fucked up than you will ever be, and they're still living, even: reproducing! Therefore; do not worry.

4) Puncturing your oil pan on a dirt back road in winter on a deserted mountain days from the nearest human settlement is scary. Rent is not scary. Fashion choices are not scary. Rude customers are not scary. Ignorant people are not scary. All these things are obstacles; but you will not DIE from them. After travel, your appreciation of not being dead can offset the pull of a surprisingly high degree of human negativity.




There is more... you will see for yourself. The desert of America. Big fucking hall of mirrors.


Christian

Future vs The End of the Road

HEY!

Much of this latest update was just unfortunately deleted, so let's start off with some pictures. This is of the beach where The Goonies was filmed near:









THERE IS AN OCTOPUS TREE:







IT GOT LIGHT





SEAGULLS ATE THE CRABS. I THOUGHT ABOUT EATING THEM TOO. ALSO, GUESS WHICH SIGN LOOKS VAGUELY SEXUAL:



PROOF OF COMMUNIST INFLUENCE: RECYCLING!



SEATTLE HAS SHUFFLEBOARD



I WAS GOOD AT IT

THIS WILDLIFE AREA WAS GROSS. IF YOU CAN FIND AN OCTOPUS YOU CAN KEEP IT BUT WE DID NOT FIND ONE



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That was pretty much the part that got deleted. On the way back we were late for my friend's job so I got to drive very very fast on small winding roads in someone else's car. That was awesome. Good idea.

Also, Seattle was awesome. I attended the Northwest Socialist Conference there and heard many great talks and participated in many a thurough discussion about the political period we are living in, the economy, and the russian revolution. Dhar Jamal gave a good talk and I got to ride up with Dyrral from IVAW and he was one lively individual.

Now I am at the point where if I stay here a few more days I am going to need to get a job and start living. I can't live until March because of the tour so this makes things difficult. But I can't stay on a counch, being unemployed, just 'hanging out' forever. So I gotta get moving.

In my head were vague notions of SF-San Diego BUT, I've been to SF before, it's expensive, and I am trying to be economical. San Diego also just burnt down, and I'm not sure if what they need right now is me hanging out eating their food and sleeping on their couches, when so many couches are now tragically lost forever.

I've always been fascinated by the state of Nevada, and I think now is the best oppertunity I'll have to check it out. Nuclear testing, open range, the loniest road in America, the extra terrestrial highway, as well as ghost towns. I'm going to hang out in a ghost town and play the guitar. Because I am fucking goth.

After that it's death valley (also because I am fucking goth), and then Las Vegas, which I've heard is, umm... interesting. The craigslist for Las Vegas has more overt sex for money ads than any other city, so that is pretty cool. I don't have money to gamble but I do want to check it out, and see north las vegas.

So that um, is the plan. I'm sure I'll be seeing you all soon enough. By the way; everywhere I've been too is cooler than DC. If any of you are still living there after reading this, then I guess I've done all I can. But you're condemming yourself to a miserable life, whether or not you think it is miserable, it is. If you don't think it's miserable it's because you probably haven't much of a real frame of comparison. You should get one out west.

THERE WAS ALSO INSPIRED POEMS:

Poem1: Red Carpet Bomber

Suddenly, by common, mumbling
Unison: production.
Joy swept the comming of
Laughing, cynical nature.
Discontent, anger and revolt
Of previous necessity:
Service.
Knitting socialists
To fullfill a prophecy
Of a real totalitarian
Society.


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Poem 2: "The Fog of Ruling Classes"

The fog of
Ruling classes:
Such a brutal
Nothing to gain.
Incompetence
To the End
Of Final Victory.

Standing on the head of
The will of
Motion.
Back to authority.
An end to the
Hands of
Power between
Realize
and
Blood.

The germ of power
No support.
For insurrection
Breaks with the masses.
Resistance,
Overthrow,
Introspective.
Pretty ineffective
Measures.

Hot sand drinks water
Insatiable.
The mud of desperate trenches,
Big goddamn
Strategy.