Communion Byron Hoot I have excommunicated myself from the bullshit of the world, become a heretic of the edge, an exile from the lie of existence, a marker of the qualitative nature of time, of the here and now sufficiency. I have no hard feelings, nothing to teach -- I am that I am. Nothing new about that; it's been around a long time.
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