February 18, 2011

clinging to the side of the tank

dear planning never to go to stonehenge again diary,

one of my life long dreams and aspirations was to go to stonehenge in england and lick each of the rocks. and today- my dream was smushed out. the summer solstice festival is supposed to be unreal, a place where you can find every answer to ever question you ever had- even answers you weren't necessarily looking for. i found out whila go- you cant even get near the rocks themselves anylonger- and while i should have known that from all my trips here in our homeland- i never thought the rest of the world would be so selfish and primitive. in 1983, you could pull your car along side route 64 in arizona and park- get out- take a shoe off- and throw it in the grand canyon. i did it. in 2000, you had to pay $25 and go through a gate to see the grand canyon from route 64- after you turned into the state forest national park and drove another ten miles to the rim. funny how roads can be re-routed- but the hole didn't change. you can still see mt. rushmore without payin for that tho, ha ha. personally, it's all a bunch of bullshit to me. by gawd, if you live in this country- it ought to be your right to see the shit. i'm just sayin. but as far as the stonehenge- i don't see why they wont let people up to see them anymore? are they worried someone will run off with one? if i cant go up and touch it with my hands- lick it with my tongue- just admire it with my eyes- why go? i wanted to lay in the middle of them and look up to the sky. wtf?