I've just been out into the cold, starry night to enjoy a fag. I was delighted when my concentration was disrupted by the sight of an owl flying past. I love owls and all birds of prey. Owls have become associated with superstition, creatures of the night, and with Gothick horror stories and films. They are beautiful birds that prey on vermin, so I really don't understand why they have been given such a sinister reputation.
I don't manage very well with the ordinary things in life. In that sense I may be considered stupid. I have, however, a huge intellect which is recognised by anyone I have met who is intellectual. I don't know how to use that intellect to my advantage, which may also be considered stupid. I am, though, seeking that help which will enable me to live a more satisfactory and fulfilling life. Is there a glimmer of intelligence trying to shine through, I ask myself?
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