Things are very moody here at BALT headquarters, deep in the heart of the city of Palindrome in Arizona. Spirits are down. Income is scarce. Life itself is being questioned. Let us use our powers and away to Sweden, to the past, and the 2004 Hultsfred Festival.
Do you have your backpack? Here in the city the homeless all carry backpacks and if you are not from here, you might assume they are particularly badly aged students. They walk about with routines: mornings at the Lutheran, afternoons at the big box-like library when the desert heat is at its worst, evenings back out on the streets, scamming for a bite or looking for the ideal lot to sleep for the night.
Grab your backpack. Put a hand towel in there to wipe your brow. A bottle of water. Take an authentic pocket knife, for you will never know when you need to open a bottle of wine, saw a stick, or clean your teeth with the built in toothpick. We have always wanted an authentic pocket knife since we were a kid. Take some snacks; a bag of peanuts or something that travels well. Include a good book, some paper and a pen, your phone and your mp3 player, and let's go. We are all homeless now.
Remember when Paul met the Ethiopian on the road, and explained the Gospel to him? And then disappeared? Ha, not too many could pull such a thing. But we can. Disappear with us.
Look, and listen. Even though we can hardly endorse the philosphy in the songs, the mood fits...
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