A rebel without a clue.

Strange One http://open.spotify.com/track/11MxDt Qynu0r3e8QsCkxh2 Can't even get a burger in England without it being a stress for everyone involved. Have they never waited before? People going on holiday never get on a holiday. Life is a choice. Relinquish the angst and enjoy a Whopper(tm); sin queso. Waiting to catch a plane is like being plunged into a hell of brands and consumerism. Walls full of any smell but not homo sapiens and toxins to fill lungs and veins with the life controls. This bullet kills. Shoot it at yourself; pay less for the pleasure in duty-free. The burger did the job. 1000+ calories to burn between here and Lyon; saltier than the dead sea; borax mouthed man. But hey! I am away in an hour. Pissy English forgotten in the contrails; flying south.

Pilgrimage. Pt1. Tuesday morning. No broken bones or random fractures or bruises. So no repeat of 2010, September. The twentyfirst has arrived: nice. Snoopy joined me at 5:30am, but I am awake. A long tiring day will be before me until I reach my destination around midnight French local time. I packed most of my equipment last night and combined weight is just over ten kilogrammes. This morning I made sure there is a little sterling in my general current account to cover June's expenditures; leaving me to worry about July and August when they arrive; and not before. Nothing concrete will fix until Wednesday morning, after the 7am mass in Le Puy-en-Velay, when I hope to collect my general credencial. Tuesday will be a relaxing, mind opening journey. The passage of time will be the becoming of me. In the aspect of my existence you will think of me and think of me kindly. Blessings will support my enterprise as free particles warming the sides of a cup coffee bring fruition and ter...