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Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-09-18 21:37:40 EDT
Rating: 1.8 on 11 ratings (20 reviews) (Review this item) (V)

Looking at these images is like opening a dusty book stashed in the book shelf and forgotten. When next you open it, it is almost like a new book because you already forgot most of it. If the book was a good one, you can read it again.

These images remind me of how much fun and adventure I have, and I am grateful I put them here. There are times when I piss and moan my lot in life, and then I see some of the collages I made for my Uber posts, and realize how blessed I am.

I feel another rollicking roadtriping coming on!

I have Never Been To Spain
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dm6qw_yeo6o&feature=list_other&playnext=1&list=AL94UKMTqg-9D47PLWnagC1HIArZaCICr1

Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air
Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night
There she stood in the doorway;
I heard the mission bell
And I was thinking to myself,
'this could be heaven or this could be hell'
Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way
There were voices down the corridor,
I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
Plenty of room at the hotel california
Any time of year, you can find it here

Her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends
She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends
How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.
Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the captain,
'please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'
And still those voices are calling from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the hotel california
Such a lovely place
Such a lovely face
They livin' it up at the hotel california
What a nice surprise, bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,
The pink champagne on ice
And she said 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device'
And in the master's chambers,
They gathered for the feast
The stab it with their steely knives,
But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was
Running for the door
I had to find the passage back
To the place I was before
'relax,' said the night man,
We are programmed to receive.
You can checkout any time you like,
But you can never leave!

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Looks like the cabin in Kentucky has sold, that means I have to make yet another 6000 mile trip from Cali to Kentucky and back within the next month. Tweeter tries to keep up her part of a conversation, specially if it is in response to "Want a cheese Burger?".




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Submitted by boomslang at 2012-09-21 08:04:58 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

nice boobies!

Submitted by ilikesteak at 2012-09-20 23:10:00 EDT (#)
Rating: 0

meh.

Submitted by bueller at 2012-09-20 19:50:09 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-09-20 16:53:02 EDT (#)

But theres no one who loves Josh more -- except maybe "Maggie," Mary of Magdala -

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-09-20 14:15:28 EDT (#)

close, Thorns.


The SANHEDRIN! They found me! I don't know how, but they found me!
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Submitted by CaptainThorns at 2012-09-20 14:11:46 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-09-20 12:59:03 CDT (#)

"I am Levi who is called Biff"

I read that and all I could think was

"DOC! c'mon Biff stole the Delorian and is screwing with Jesus, we got to hurry!!"
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The LIBYANS! They found me! I don't know how, but they found me!

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-09-20 13:59:03 EDT (#)

"I am Levi who is called Biff"

I read that and all I could think was

"DOC! c'mon Biff stole the Delorian and is screwing with Jesus, we got to hurry!!"

Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-09-20 13:34:50 EDT (#)

I HAD to put this somewhere.....

Chapter One

You think you know how this story is going to end, but you dont. Trust me, I was there. I know.

The first time I saw the man who would save the world he was sitting near the central well in Nazareth with a lizard hanging out of his mouth. Just the tail end and the hind legs were visible on the outside; the head and forelegs were halfway down the hatch. He was six, like me, and his beard had not come in fully, so he didnt look much like the pictures you've seen of him. His eyes were like dark honey, and they smiled at me out of a mop of blue-black curls that framed his face. There was a light older than Moses in those eyes.

"Unclean! Unclean!" I screamed, pointing at the boy, so my mother would see that I knew the law, but she ignored me, as did all the other mothers who were filling their jars at the well.

The boy took the lizard from his mouth and handed it to his younger brother, who sat beside him in the sand. The younger boy played with the lizard for a while, teasing it until it reared its little head as if to bite, then he picked up a rock and mashed the creatures head. Bewildered, he pushed the dead lizard around in the sand, and once assured that it wasnt going anywhere on its own, he picked it up and handed it back to his older brother.

Into his mouth went the lizard, and before I could accuse, out it came again, squirming and alive and ready to bite once again. He handed it back to his younger brother, who smote it mightily with the rock, starting or ending the whole process again.

I watched the lizard die three more times before I said, "I want to do that too."

The Savior removed the lizard from his mouth and said, "Which part?"

By the way, his name was Joshua. Jesus is the Greek translation of the Hebrew Yeshua, which is Joshua. Christ is not a last name. It's the Greek for messiah, a Hebrew word meaning anointed. I Me? I am Levi who is called Biff. No middle initial. Joshua was my best friend.

Yes, I have been given the gift of tongues, so I see nothing without knowing the word for it, but what good does that do? Did it help in Jerusalem to know that it was a Mercedes that terrified me and sent me diving into a Dumpster? Moreover, after Raziel pulled me out and ripped my fingernails back as I struggled to stay hidden, did it help to know that it was a Boeing 747 that made me cower in a ball trying to rock away my own tears and shut out the noise and fire? Am I a little child, afraid of its own shadow, or did I spend twenty-seven years at the side of the Son of God?

Smug bastard. Had I known what he would do to me I would have hit him again. Even now he lies on the bed across the room, watching pictures move on a screen, eating the sticky sweet called Snickers, while I scratch out my tale on this soft-as-silk paper that reads Hyatt Regency, St. Louis at the top. Words, words, words, a million million words circle in my head like hawks, waiting to dive onto the page to rend and tear the only two words I want to write.

Why me?

There were fifteen of us -- well, fourteen after I hung Judas -- so why me? Joshua always told me not to be afraid, for he would always be with me. Where are you, my friend? Why have you forsaken me? You wouldn't be afraid here. The towers and machines and the shine and stink of this world would not daunt you. Come now, I'll order a pizza from room service. You would like pizza. The servant who brings it is named Jesus. And hes not even a Jew. You always liked irony. Come, Joshua, the angel says you are yet with us, you can hold him down while I pound him, then we will rejoice in pizza.




The foregoing is excerpted from Lamb by Christopher Moore.

Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-09-19 20:04:33 EDT (#)

fresh weed and open road

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A MANTRA IS BORN!

Submitted by Anglophile at 2012-09-19 20:01:12 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Submitted by loki at 2012-09-19 18:36:51 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

I loves a good roadtrip.

fresh weed and open road

Also apparently Texas is mostly doing away with the speed limit.

Submitted by Sage at 2012-09-19 14:01:27 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-09-19 11:54:23 EDT (#)

It's always time to roadtrip again
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Perhaps so, but crossing this country in a 1981 Jeep Wagoneer pulling a horse trailer with only a Rat Terrier riding shotgun is exhausting. (and expensive)

Last year I made the mistake of taking on a passenger. I thought it would be good to have someone along to help buy gas. It was a disaster. She was in my truck one day before I had to tell her to arrange other transportation. What did she do to cause me to boot her out? Lets just say she was a maniac with a blade in her hand bag.

Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-09-19 11:42:12 EDT (#)

I always assumed Tweeter could talk.
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Quite so! She has become more vocal after watching "Worlds Funniest Videos" on a regular basis. When the talking singing dog videos come on, I grab her sleepy self off the couch and put her face right on the screen and encourage her to emulate them. She can talk, now I wish she would serenade me once in a while..

Submitted by Ducky at 2012-09-19 10:36:50 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

It's always time to roadtrip again

Submitted by CaptainThorns at 2012-09-19 10:05:14 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

"So I called up the captain,
'please bring me my wine'
He said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'"
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No, what I really said was, "Wouldn't you much rather have a stiff screwdriver?"

Submitted by FALLEN at 2012-09-19 08:36:31 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

I always assumed Tweeter could talk.

Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-09-19 00:41:44 EDT (#)

It seems to be some kind of bunker, perhaps for explosives from long ago mining operations?

Location is Old Wards Ferry Rd.

Submitted by RoadSong at 2012-09-18 23:28:53 EDT (#)

"....disturbed by the ghoul trying to come out of that wall?"
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Yes, I am disturbed by whatever that is in the wall. The location is just around the corner from my hut.

Submitted by HellRazer at 2012-09-18 22:59:24 EDT (#)
Rating: 2

Am I the only disturbed by the ghoul trying to come out of that wall?

Yes?

Okay, I'll shut up now.


Marge, try to understand. There are two kinds of college students: jocks
and nerds. As a jock, it is my duty to give nerds a hard time.

-- Homer Simpson
Homer Goes to College