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.
