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β€œFor me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there,

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"To love a swamp, however, is to love what is muted and marginal, what exists in the shadows, what shoulders its way out of mud and scurries along the damp edges of what is most commonly praised. And sometimes its invisibility is a blessing. Swamps and bogs are places of transition and wild growth, breeding grounds, experimental labs where organisms and ideas have the luxury of being out of the spotlight, where the imagination can mutate and mate, send tendrils into and out of the water."

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β€œVeins of lightning flared and throbbed behind the wall of clouds, turning the bruised sky pink, and I felt I was being granted glimpses of blood pulsing silently through the ventricles of an immense human heart.”
― Tan Twan Eng, The Gift of Rain

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Doctor Foster went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain.
He stepped in a puddle right up to his middle
And never went there again! :blobcoffeeraccoon:

β€œMy thought is me: that's why I can't stop. I exist because I think… and I can't stop myself from thinking. At this very moment - it's frightful - if I exist, it is because I am horrified at existing. I am the one who pulls myself from the nothingness to which I aspire.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

the brain worms have eaten their fill and multiplied. The brain worms... they are the brain now :kirby_walk:

i have the power to hypnotize any house plant

Yea and verilyΒ was it writ of old, Terrible be the Great Pumpkin in Their wrath in the Hour of Their coming-hence.Β  :blobcoffeeraccoon:

the movie Pilgrim 

"What are you doing?"
"Building something for the feast."
"Who are you?"
"I'm the builder" πŸ˜‚

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the movie Pure are coughing up pudding from your lungs...why are your lungs full of pudding? :kirby_walk:

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