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my senses are becoming clearer. a sort of meta-para-satori, a ghost of an epiphany, has passed over me, and within me, and throughout me.

i am not meant to live the ordained, or rather, pre-ordained life. i am meant to be free. and not just free, but WILDLY free. i am meant to be a hobo, riding on all the lost ghosttrains of America and beyond, and to chronicle my adventures like so many before me. i will not work unless i want to (unfortunately, i’d like to have a little extra cash right about now), i will not come when my government, my priests, or even my relations call me. i will not paint the pretty pictures like i was taught to, nor will i think pretty thoughts or buy pretty things. i shall not want these things anyway. i will do exactly as i please; i will harm no one, unless provoked (and even then it will take something very significant); i will do nothing more than what the fullest awareness wills me to do. that is to say, i will act as i am told to act by my only master: the god i name “Self”. i will not be selfish, but i will be Selfous… an individual. i will give as much as i am able to give, in order to plant the seeds of Awareness and Freedom and personal anarchy in others. i will strive to create new methods of expression wherever and whenever i am able to do so. and when not able to create new modes of Art, i will revel in the old pastimes… feeling, thinking, drawing, writing, making music, or just shakin’ my bootay. i will also turn up de Funk as much as i am physically capable of doing, reminding the Yooney-verse at all times that Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle is a matter of fact, jack, and therefore no deity or universal law could ever be absolute enough to crush the devastatingly mind-expanding power, glory, and/or beauty of Funk.

i henceforth COMMIT myself to my goals. i will live in squalor, as long as i can afford it. i will write and create as much as my physical manifestation (body) will allow. i will give (reciprocate) to the gods (the universe) that which is theirs (energy). i will use many, many (multitudes) (a plethora of) parentheses (these things) also (necessary) (important) (holy) (no, scratch holy, it’s not really holy or nothin’ -jes’ how i write, man).

this will be my mark which i will leave; whether i leave it only on my own grave, or on the souls of the young who have not yet been born, will be the only decision i will not make for myself.

By jae

jae lethe (he/she/they) is a blogger, musician, artist, poet, web developer/designer, armchair philosophizer, teller of tales, and gadabout. Also, something he calls a "behavioral artist." (Not sure.) She has plans. BIG plans.

Among the things that he has done for a laugh are minor fractures, cuts, scrapes, and various scabs. Though she's quick to point out that they're no imbecile, we're fairly certain that he thinks the word means some kind of medieval pharmacist.

This is her latest home on teh internets - where jae stores their swear words, when they're not hurling them at the sun in vain.