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Jul 29, 2007 13:31

Farewell to my best friend.

But don't worry, Chicago is pretty Ill.

I soar through nebulas using the telescope of a rural Methodist minister, and I remain there long after my eye pulls away. And you can still see me sitting here on Earth, breathing regularly and irregularly, as my chest heaves and my eyes wander. I am thirsty, I am divine, I am the strongest man alive.

And hear me now, and remember...for I can speak no greater truth:

I FEAR NOTHING.

My detachment from my former 'reality' continues and quickens, and only a few weak strands remain, soon to be severed.  It is work, but I am seperate, solitary but enveloped in love and life to such a degree that it is almost unbearable.

Johnny Mac's corn mantra played endlessly in my head on my 16 hour solo journey home:
"I am setting my life free, I am turning my life loose, like a dog from a leash."

And like Alexei, my new friend, the hobo journalist, the constant warrior for phreedom, like him, I am a work of art.

If you, my friends, are interested in phreedom, begin or continue your detachment.  Once again, look at that foul river and walk away.  Only life and love await you.
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