sitting in a coffee shop in montgomery alabama surfing madly on the net in search of some direction some course to set off on in search of a life or at least a way to support my decision not to get a life. i sat in bewilderment at the trash that pours out of every orifice of the rotten machine of capitalism. it keeps the people entranced and engulfed a swim in humanity the greatest assembly line ever created or at least organized. its time to break, clear my thoughts and regroup, there's got to be a better way. every man should work but every man should choose his path. the paths have become more standardized like a ride at disneyworld. birth work death its not a pretty site from outside although on the inside no one feels it. i spend a lot of time with people who walk in both worlds, spies if you will. people who know that they are inside the system, but to an ends. its the most difficult but most rewarding way to carry the truth. for now, i am too weak to bear it. its hard to always hear the voice of god when the devil shouts from every machine and every mouth repeats his name continually.the root of all evil will destroy us or it will blind us into dumb beats for slaughter like the animals we consume. the machine will continue to support the few while the masses continue to support it. there is no equality, there never was. as long as we have lived in communities and that is why we are hermetic that seek the sound of the voice we forgot in the garden....oh yea the coffee house well someone came in and offered me a ride a place to stay and a hundred bucks if i would ride to new orleans and hang out for a couple weeks. now when i do hear the voice of god speak amongst the clutter of civilization i sit up or sit down as it were in the car headed for the big easy.did i mention that a bonus in this deal was that i possibly will get a chance to record on the piano i fell in love with over new years. so i got in the car, dropped by the house for the recording gear and some dirty laundry and away we sped through the afternoon like sunbeams through grey bails of clouds. we made three pit stops along the way. got free turkey sandwiches at the first one. at the other two we were serenaded by sincere song smiths. a conga/piano couple and she played the congas. beautiful. life leads into wonderful curious places when you let it take you. over the bridge and there she is sitting like a cloud ship in the afternoon haze. down an exit and the windows open. row houses line long narrow streets and massive oak trees arching great mossy arms over the road. they kept thier trees and now their trees keep them. sitting now at the kitchen table of a keeper listening to angolan music watching the breeze play in the curtains. the air smells like bayou water and the deep scent of new orleans. the air here is basically a meal. which is nice for people like me who sometimes need one. no one knows where it goes from here. that's the fun.