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#1
Intellect is as poisonous as ignorance,
with experience imbalanced
by what accelerates the mind at the expense of the body,
an endless tapeworm coiling in your skull.

It pays to be dumbed down sometimes,
to walk through a field not knowing the hows and whys
by the time you reach the trees.
Not thinking . . .

maybe you'll stumble over some kind of epiphany if you know the names
of everything, and think of all connections,
symbolic and scientific.

When you stop, not from thinking,
but to wonder
whether or whether not:
The late afternoon wind blows,
arousing your mental compass

toward memories,
regrets, ungraspable associations,
hopes and things like that.

How it seems later in the forest,
maybe a little colder.
It could start pouring down raining
and the ground would barely even get wet.

Things like that,
your intimate thoughts left to fatten
under the luxury of uninterrupted consideration.

Seeing the world through having shoes on,
walking back, shivering,
through a field tilled with manure,
without having to stop and think.
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#2
You'd be surprised to find out how much symbolism exists in everyday life. A lot of authors don't purposefully put in the symbolism that people find in their novels. It's kind of beautiful when you read into the things around you.
I'll be there in a minute.
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#3
Who'd be surprised?
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#4
(01-25-2014, 01:31 AM)rowens Wrote:  Who'd be surprised?

Well, I was.

I got high one day and the world blew my mind.
I'll be there in a minute.
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#5
I don't think you were. I give you more credit than that.
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#6
I can be pretty clueless.
I'll be there in a minute.
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#7
Gathering clues is more interesting than having them from the start. Don't you read detective novels?
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#8
Never.
I'll be there in a minute.
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#9
Me neither.

The only way to overcome irony is to be honest on every level.
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