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Challenge of the Week CCXXIV
You've checked out, had enough, are unplugging for a year, and heading off into a nice place in the woods with enough supplies to write the novel you've always wanted to, and to be alone. You've decided to email yourself a paragraph to copy/paste for all the texts you're about to send to your people before you drive off. What do you say? 25 dollars to the top recluse. Winner will be judged by likes.

Not the Goodbye Text of Your Dreams

Just a friendly reminder as I venture off into the unknown for a years time,

I am an exorcist, but I’m not here to save your soul. I’m here to expose and expunge the system inside. I am the exorcist. I expel oppression. I am the damned and I don’t presume to be anything other than myself. If you think I’m here to save you, you’re the one who suffers from delusions. No one can save anyone but themself. Saviors are fantasies—by product‘s of idolatry. Deliverance is a choice. If you like misery, stay there—it’s also a choice. I should know, I chose it 34 years of my life. Thanks to it, I know who I am. I trust who I am. I love who I am. Habitual misery can’t have anymore of my time. The end of times—when you decide that enough is enough.

Don’t miss me too much—codependence is not sexy.

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