You join the ranks of Indiana's honorable departed. I will quote you as you have quoted Eugene Debs. I will visit John Dillinger's grave in honor of your sister, who preceded you into the great inevitable mystery. I will smoke a cigarette for you. I will allow the spirit of Kilgore Trout into my body and let him do his work through me. I will keep an eye out for my karass, and love every minute of the absurdity of my life. I will try my best to understand that extreme pain is a form of time travel, and the only connections are through love and laughter. Should time hiccup, I will try to enjoy the extra amount accorded without going on autopilot. I will make love when I can, because it is good for me. I will brush my teeth with hot water and be mindful of my other half. I will appreciate art, and I will learn to live with my past only to find upon returning that my past has been erased and only the hollow remnants of it stand in memory. I will hope to one day see you as an unwavering band of light in the chrono-synclastic infundibulum.
When you're dead, you're dead.
hi-ho!
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