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Why I’m alone is because I like being alone.
I like my own company, for the most part, better than I like yours.

I can disagree with what I’m thinking,
and change my mind without seeming like I’ve back peddled.

I can call it “growth”.

I can wonder in the awesome quiet stillness of the world
without having to justify my joy.

I like you, but I like me more.

I trust myself more than I trust you. I’ve had longer to earn my trust.
I’m 48. It’s taken nearly that long to respect the trust I have for myself.
Did you catch yourself wishing you could earn my trust? Still want to? Don’t care to?

I like my own company, for the most part, better than I like yours.

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Okay,

hmmmm. okay.

Now can you do this . . .

Huh? Can ya? Huh?

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Once seen, never forgotten . . .

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There are so many things uniquely American about James Inman that it’s rather difficult to know exactly where to begin.

James is a conspiracy theorist. James believes in so many theories, that, again, it’s difficult to know just where to begin when labeling him.

James Inman is an articulate, funny man, with clear insights into uniquely American situations. He has gone to the edge and has performed in Edinburgh. James is a published Author. He is a Buddhist Monk.

James Inman is my friend. And I feel proud to let him speak for himself.

His website is James Inman dot com

Send him an email. Tell him Father Luke said: “To Hell With Crop Circles!”
Then step back and watch the fun begin. . .

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thought it was time for a musical interlude. . .

16 horsepower: American Wheeze

Ive grown tired, of the words of the single man
Hangin lifeless on his every word — o man
You dont understand dear man
The little angel held out her hand
Sayin father, father I love you
O praise jesus I got her

Ok yeah billygoat an well play farm
I didnt mean to spirit stiff you
Nor to do you no harm
You say youve got a bone to pick
Well, theres plenty showin on me
Come on up yeah bring your temper boy
Well see, well see

Yeah you may be the only one come on son
Bring your blade and your gun
And if I die by your hand
Ive gotta home in glory land

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Okay,

I’m 48 years old.

I spent my entire adult life trying to be anonymous.

To a certain degree I’ve been successful. All modesty aside, charisma leaks out around the edges, and sometimes I can’t avoid being recognized. For this, or for that. Forty eight years of anything is a long time.

A friend of mine recently died. He was about my age. The funeral services were traditional, and there were several well behaved people who showed. I knew all of them. Few recognized me. I liked that. When they did recognize me, it was that real shock of recognition: "It’s you!"

I’ve cut my hair, life has been good. They all looked the same. And I was anonymous. As it should be. The services were for Michael. I was just a visitor.

I really like my anonymity.

I believe there are a few ways to be anonymous, for those seeking lessons.

1. Hide away all day every day. Give out no details about yourself.
2. Hide in plain sight. Put everything about yourself on the internet. Put where you live, what you do for a living, your name. . . put it all out there. Tell anyone everything they ask about you. Be honest.

Those are the two ways to approach anonymity.
I think.

I’ve become anonymous among my friends because I have remained true to myself, and I tell the truth. That’s the foundation of my life. 

That reminds me of a song. . .

Goodbye Michael. I’ll miss your smile.
It was genuine.

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Okay,

This cock sucker is done for the year (click on the picture):

Transmission Successful

Dear Father Luke,
Your income tax returns were
successfully transmitted!

Transmission Details

E-file status

Return(s) received
2007 Federal Personal
2007 California Personal

Return(s) received on
February 9 2008, 8:43 PM PST

Expected government acceptance date
February 11 2008

Over a thousand bucks coming back to me
including the state return. Not bad.

Last year, 2007, I earned $12,000 
In 2006 I earned $1,800

Poverty RULEZ!

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Okay,

You may now purchase my book:

The pages turned to dust - by Father Luke 

They’re here.

Look for it. It’s among some pretty heavy hitters,
and I’m a wee bit proud.

Now I’m a Poet.

Thanks Dr. Zen.

edit: This just in from my publisher, Bottle of Smoke Press:

Hi,    
They are selling very fast. (Father Luke’s Book ) is limited to only 100 paper copies and 10 hardback copies. The hardback copies sold out in under an hour after the rumor of the book was leaked.
Bill 

Bottle of Smoke Press

Pretty neat.

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Okay,

Either you get it or you don’t.

Live your life so that you don’t have to apologize.
If you fuck up, make it right.

Apologies are lame.
Explanations are worse.

Life is big. Then it’s gone.
You know?

“When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting.

When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished.
I’ll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights, and lock the universe behind me as I leave.” -Death

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