|Falling in love with the South, Part 2
||[Jun. 16th, 2008|02:48 pm]
Amaranth and Sky Go Homeless!
Valdosta, GA reintroduced me to my love of summer storms. Zolar came out to play a bit that day; Sky is more reserved, but Zolar sings in the rain. After the storm let up and simultaneously conquered our efforts to obtain ice-cream - you know, the dessert from the pit of hell - we went to Bible study. The pastor was nice and awesome and reminded me to pick the pillow up off of the floor and move on. It don't matta whose job it is! He was blown away by the trip of no plan and we still wanted ice-cream - even though it channels all five kinds of evil - so we asked for directions to a grocery store. The grocery store was next to a Chinese place where the young men are really into girls who haven't bathed in a couple days. We felt as though we were going to explode upon finally leaving that parking lot. Georgia life is an all-you-can-eat restaurant.
We visited Shelley and Jim in Commerce, where we discovered that human beings evolve from sloths, not monkeys. (Stay with me here, y'all. Wake up. I bet you are not swinging on a tree branch like a money would, are you? Yeah, that's right, you are in a chair, on a bed, or half asleep as you read this. Sloths, all of us! ) It was good to get in touch with my inner sloth. With my thoughts I make the nothing.
We were on our way to South Carolina as of yesterday, which I hear is also known as Sunday. We stopped in Greenville and met Mike, a homeless youth like ourselves. He was a bit bolder than we are, a bit more drug-friendly, and a ton more sunburned. We sat at a gas station and watched Mary Poppins happen in the parking lot. Mike told us about a church called something that I don't remember, and we decided to go. Then we saw a Subway and stopped. Then we asked for directions to the church from the lady who was shocked about us walking two blocks to get bubble tea. We ain't from these parts. But we still from the sloth.
We went to the church of giant and found the flier for Sunday evening prayer, which is where we stayed and prayed and sang until 11pm when Win told us he had a place for us to stay. We slept at Aleshia's apartment and left for North Carolina this morning. We are on the lookout for two life-changing moments, gemstones along the way, trees of life, shrewdness of serpents, and understanding of just about everything. Prophecy out.
We have also found the fountain of youth.
"Thanks for nothing, Wand of Choice!"