entry 3: after the passing of much time and land

Dear Audience,

I have much to tell you and little time. I'am sitting in the front area waiting room of an exotic locale, speaking to european cyber-terroritsts retell their glorious stories from Days of Old. The evening has been a palate of tongues running through the air, all on different flights from different Aero-planes, trains, and automobiles. The language is drifts of european gossip, filled in with boisterous cajoling and the calls to action. Before this cajun hopsitale', The enterprise had come from Stennis Space center, where there is an 'alright' bus tour, and a so-so space museum. Personally, above all else, i felt the moon rock the most spectacular piece they carried. Encased in some glass pyrimid, it was a black rock speckled in dashes of silver. It hummed with the power of ancient-tude. Other exhibits were okay, like ultraviolet mode.
                When we came this day was from De Soto national Forest. Mara and I had camped in the fields of primitive Mississippi Savannah where local rangers has performed burning mysteries to restore the primitive landscape. It was a wet muddy land, with small rising hills coming from the valley. Inside the marshy parts were bulbous yellow flowers, drooping from laden pistols of Pollen semen. The locals had called this place, "Buttercup Fields", but as their are no buttercups and very little (dry) field, it was hard to say who was right.  the air was fertile and every sunset was a spectacular bow of the sun, turned over to Bullfrog overtures that cast a new set of stars in the constellation of our image. \ it was very beautiful.
              Since last we spoke Carey and I were headed from Cherokee national forest, entering Chickamagua/Chattanooga not sure but mostly everyone agreed to a place that started with 'C'. The battlefieled was glorious and we camped near posion ivy. The endevour stayed late into the week to see a rock star come through town. We'll have pictures and all that but right now i'm almost out of time on the bohemian module so i'll have to end here.
But actually i was able to get a little more time by sweettalk and pennydimeing, so i'll tell you more. We were just in Chattanooga/Chickamagua and we saw a rock star. Also Taeroot and Mara stayed with a nice group of people called the Twelve Tribes of Israel, who were willing to take us in exchanging for working and participating in cultural practices and some religious gatherings. It was over all a culturally significant event that showed everyone how to live a little differently. I found a nice young man named Bobby and we became friends in just one night. I think of him now and then and of the prediciments facing his life. Others are forced to struggle against fates winds from just their first steps forward and it is moving and profound to watch.


keep fighting the good fight

space cavalry

P.S is it pronouned
Knyou-lins?