THE INTELLECT IS A CHEAP PARTY TRICK

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When you get to the last subway stop of the Thinking Brain Railway (known for its bad mixed drinks and excellent junk food), no matter how sweetly you plead, it cannot, it will not, take you to the next stop, which is the woods you never got drunk in

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Someone told me I’m not alone, and on the way home I felt such lightness that I insisted briefly on enchantment at the scent of an exotic-looking flowering tree outside the public elementary school / when I doubled back to confirm this brief and partial access to a heavenly thing it turned out