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Feb. 21st, 2005 | 10:17 am
music: Duke Ellington - Money Jungle - 01 - Very Special

Then it was quiet again. My attorney had taken his shirt off and was pouring beer on his chest, to facilitate the tanning process. "What the hell are you yelling about?" he muttered, staring up at the sun with his eyes closed and covered with wraparound Spanish sunglasses. "Never mind," I said. "It's your turn to drive." I hit the brakes and aimed the Great Red Shark toward the shoulder of the highway. No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard will see them soon enough.

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from: indecisivebird
date: Feb. 22nd, 2005 12:37 am (UTC)

"You approach the turnstyle. You know that when you get there, you have to give the man two dollars. But somehow, when you do, everything goes horribly wrong."

Forgive me if that's a misquote... it's from memory.

A great light has gone out across the nation. But we should not morn his passing, sobbing over the death of an age in which we never quite took part, except in our pipe-dreams, but rather stand tall on this day, and fight on in his memory, fight for the right of a man to explore the depths of his own mind, whether it turn him into a slobbering maniac or not.

Gone are the days where we lived that freedom, and now passes one of the pioneers of that mindset. I will remember him not for his drug abuse alone, but for his willingness to push himself to the absolute limit, the point where the beast is about to seize control, and then pull himself back form the abyss, and with the dregs of his mind, sew together the tapestry of his experience; not for presentation, but for experience.

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