The Crossroads
One of the amazing things (and burdens) is that us humans can imagine many futures and choose which way we go. I personally am at a significant crossroads in my own life and the possible futures in my imagination stretch out years in the future, my eyes only seeing days ahead, but choose I must. Fuckin' A, man, fuckin' A. Sometimes it would be easier for someone else to choose for me, but that ain't no way to live. So choose I will, myself.
posted by Warrior Poet at 6:06 AM
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The "Crossroads" indeed! You're down at the junction of HWY 61 and HWY 49 playin' the Delta Blues! But, which either HWY you choose, it's open road in all directions. You are no longer in a "Box"... Fuckin A!... Fuckin A! You, too, can PLAY! --Keef
Now the rowin' gambler he was very bored
He was tryin' to create a next world war
He found a promoter who nearly fell off the floor
He said I never engaged in this kind of thing before
But yes I think it can be very easily done
We'll just put some bleachers out in the sun
And have it out on Highway 61. --Bob Dylan (who else)
https://www.google.com/search?q=Robert+Johnson+crossroads+location&espv=2&biw=1920&bih=947&tbm=isch&tbo=u&source=univ&sa=X&ved=0CDUQsARqFQoTCL3BiJmK3cYCFckuiAodu3sMJA#imgrc=GqRZsJUrZYqytM%3A
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