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[aid] => mick
[title] => Two Parts
[time] => 2009-01-06 01:34:52
[hometext] => The ephemeral battle of self and the facade
[bodytext] => I have two parts. The spirit, and the intellect. Comfort seeks to serve the spirit. The spirit represses the intellect, willingly substituting social conformity, acceptable wit, and normality for pure, unchecked thought. Lethargy seeks to serve the intellect. When the spirit is worn, when it faces the indelible presence of stimulation from sources beyond the field of its compression, the intellect is released. This feeling, this notion of something so large that is to be let off its collar. It is ensnared, behind the front curtains of the mind; its foot caught in the door. Like Mushrooms, Mushrooms, how it all began. Decay. Decay giving birth to new life. As the decay of my solely self-preserving spirit gives rise to a powerful awareness. There is everything, and nothing--a formidable, fierce, and seductively dangerous mindset. I like it. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 73 [informant] => joelmuses [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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