Tonight I will go to work at 9th and hennepin and stare at people walking across the street. I have been concocting a futuristic story of a nation that has an advanced space program, but not for expedition reasons, but to create a cloaked weapon that would attack the world in non-descript places, all the while sending messages that people weren't following gods message. And this man would then become a immediate unknown power that could punish people for their behavior, an immediate punishment, none of this purgatory, purgatory is an empty threat that people see as something to avoid in the future, not to avoid it now.
anyways the gears are churning and it will be mapped out shortly.

Carl Sagan and Henry Wallace have inspired me today, I tend to look for old dead heroes to idolize and try and learn from.

Tom Waits wrote this song/poem.
I thought it was good.


Well it's 9th and Hennepin
And all the donuts have
Names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are
On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this
And the broken umbrellas like
Dead birds and the steam
Comes out of the grill like
The whole goddamned town is ready to blow.
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs.
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And the rooms all smell like diesel
And you take on the
Dreams of the ones who have slept here.
And I'm lost in the window
I hide on the stairway
I hang in the curtain
I sleep in your hat
And no one brings anything
Small into a bar around here.
They all started out with bad directions
And the girl behind the counter has a tattooed tear,
One for every year he's away she said, such
A crumbling beauty, but there's
Nothing wrong with her that
$100 won't fix, she has that razor sadness
That only gets worse
With the clang and thunder of the
Southern Pacific going by
As the clock ticks out like a dripping faucet
Till you're full of rag water and bitters and blue ruin
And you spill out
Over the side to anyone who'll listen
And I've seen it
All through the yellow windows
Of the evening train.