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I exercise the existential liberty to be a bumbling fool, and stand on my rights as an arbitrary evocation of consciousness to be radically absurd. I refuse to be tamed by order, by sanity, by understanding, by logic, by considerations of moral consequence, or by utility. I am more than light and darkness; a drunken ribbon of possibility caught in an equally intoxicated wind.

I am a star pregnant with her own destruction, a supernova about to implode into a billion particles of untethered hymn-notes – waiting for new songs to enchant, to make coherent – if need be. I am free. Damn it. I am free. Without excuses.