12/28/2021-1/11/2022

See through your ego: abandon your scholarship. Avoid continuation of the anger characterizing a herd emotionality. Do not insist on sense; affirm her rejection! Mindy was our martyr….

Let go of those nerves! Get bored of the right things. Let your chill go, and miss the rebound of all rebounds…while falling into empathy? Pure souls have clear perception! How do fragmented selves unite?!

Some of us have been exposed to waifus. This can paradoxically make one closed off to the (real) feminine! I won’t burn our heart…not even the face of craziness could make me. My spiritual connection with the English language might be fading. Interacting with the subject matter could be well-advised! Outgrowing the Occidental culture should not lead to a sour imagination. Anyway–drinking alcohol is a social convention. It’s too bad I couldn’t get my friendship boner to stay up….

Create in your home an aria of chill. Even then, declare: “This is Level 80 Town!”

Intuition is precious. Anger up the wazoo is to be expelled at one’s earliest convenience. Acknowledge when someone was the wrong person; wrong person….

Have I lost my mind in my wardrobe? Being honest to the breakup could involve getting over someone via manga….

Don’t call me the Joey Wheeler of relationships! What is the “faith of balance”? With all of this generosity flying around in random directions: I wonder what will happen? “No interest. No Sood.” He didn’t want to live in a movie with you!? Keep in mind the pop culture substrate!

Burn out on variety, and let yesterday’s fools become tomorrow’s sages.

The purity of the visit was appreciated. Soulmate studies could take up story lines like: I wanted to disappear into romance with you.

Do I have a disgraceful beard?

Dreams die in men’s hearts. Ah–the AugCog kind of life…. Enter a caring space: stay within human!

Eschew any powerful detachment from reality~

12/17-12/27/2021

The Universe moves through you. Don’t take it out on your career…. Armed with western psychology, you might cease to live in an interesting way!

There’s nothing exciting about “neutral”. Be a gummy lord, but ask: Where was the ground beneath us? Try love in a liberal democracy: date a 25-year-old delight 😯 Be a calm taco–forge a good relation with woman.

Feel the winter chill on your bones? That’s the result of my past, hedonistic ways! At least, I don’t take my own madness seriously…

No one wants to be overrun by other religions. Latent willpower can save you; I took the story into my own hands. No emo-ness to report, there!

What if you conform to her judgments of the situation of us? God–I really sucked from the tit of existentialism: huh? Not to prove I’m not a pig, or anything…

While purely at ease, you won’t be too sensitive from the breakup. You might become a meme-y guy, in which case you could join a party with Christians. I should have stayed a nerd! He is entitled to feel emo (as we all might be).

A Ph.D. in Chanda Studies may well exist by the time I’m through. No playing the suppression game: any Freudian one is a testy concept. Through my innovative powers, I now discard that cognition! “Bonding over individualism” might seem possible to someone who is thrown off by fiction…I won’t be an Orichalcos daddy.

I would never try to criticize her darkness. Am I obsessed with being active? Why: activity is integral to my being!

I awakened her vulnerability. “Freaking simps of culture!” She yelled. I control the flow of my cognition…yet, I passed them the sex bug.

Can you see me having fun with the oppressor’s language? Leave your grieving heart behind! Shoot over statistics while others are going blind, psychologically. Let them be riddled with subjectivity; be careful not to disappear into your grief.

Artfix 4 (~11/12-12/16/2021)

A soulmate is someone you love at their core, forever!

I am Suraj Sood: (F)BI. Chill, fascist!–while mining my mind. Connect with an autistic kid, as long as you haven’t threatened to go to the temple.

Life’s been priming me for marriage. While you’d rescue the good ideas, I settled for limbo. A certain tolerance for insanity…. Will it to sleep, Rebel yahoo boy! You’re gaga over agape, when really it’s all about eros!…

Some display uniqueness gone too far. Some activities are safe, but still wrong; this does not seem to include any altruism peak.

Why, is white privilege a narrative–is Manifest Destiny guy? Drop a nasty lyric while restoring balance to my life. It’ll stick out in your mind like a sore thumb: like my brain with a heart!

At work, I had chosen to party with autists. Don’t diss automation…stay in the good. Risk a close shave in the Chamber of Secrets, but don’t place too much faith in freedom. Even if I crave fun…. Clearly, the techne isn’t everything…100’s all around!

Avoid the bye, forever sort of thing. Read about an existentialist at a bar (not Camus). You, I’ve been trying to wife for all my life. Simps for America say, “Trust me–no one is perfect on the ego front”. Some of my feelings are embarrassing. The worst kind of nerd: a philosopher.

What if I carried the insanity further?

I have the mind for a story! Get ahead of your cognition–I like that. Mercilessly pursuing my utility would be severely overcompensating. Surely, Babu the Trump cat would object to this and railing against the people you love!?…

I unthinkingly denied her psychic access, yet was not let down by another religion.

The heart of a Charizard

Inteleon with a secret spoke: “Love is worth making peace for!” Halt your assumption. That’s what’s so magical about Jaden…

Detracting from your career is like singing: “🎵Well, I already have a tablet/That I don’t use🎶.” Friend time is free time!

Drowning your tiredness in caffeine should be met with the following: None of this dampens my will to live~ Low-grade harm might result if we were reduced to autists. To be a mind cadet is not to be as simple as an autist?

Something to anchor my consciousness to is what could steal her logic. Freed from the shackles of logic–the slightest trace of melancholy…. The romance had left me!

Trapped behind the veneer of my ambition: given its color…. Try surviving the behavioral jungle?! Try to do the smart, but the stupid happens instead. We need a people synthesis greater than the sum of the task analysis’ parts!

There is no one more moderate than u. Dare not to upset the pop-punk Gods, lest they ask–“Are you a menstrual eater?” Not even a faithful logic machine could answer that!

When the time is right;

And when you’re

Safely squared away

And married

I’ll be with you.

Being a straight twat-waffle doesn’t equate with completing furious documentation! At least I can escape to being Japanese. I overshot tonight’s coffee threshold; perfect introspection has let me look love straight in the eye!

Bless his soul–he is not God. Hang yourself up in the sky…. Be de-attuned to the bad!

Love is fair; war isn’t. To be a survivor; a lover…I have offended my body! I must not restlessly compare myself with my peers. Take it with a grain of salt: or, a puff of weed. Creep with the bass as an insanely hard worker? Feel the love exerted by that plant, and eschew becoming a lame introvert. Take (not) our safety for granted: jump to control?!? Perform a family structure analysis! The autist in me still loves her. I can be kind in my mind…

Some became hyped up on the wrong stuff. Cloudy endorphins make us (not become) thoroughly objectified!

The language of autism: “relaxed relation”. I safely wonder as a racquetball demon who does not refuse to process my past brushes with women. Down with her freakouts (about us)….

She had a Californian composition! The Seven Sages are akin to masturbation. Here lies not the neutrality you crave…. If you trust someone you’re vulnerable to, you can be intimate with them. Emotion is cyclical! How you feel is valid versus feelings not being everything…we might have been emotional in the wrong way. I’ve dated myself into a corner as a result of a lifelong struggle with ambition–all the while, cultivating a playful spirit!

Go full Mormon whilst huddled over a salad. I dream her into being: bored of objectivity, I do not demand to be king in any kind of holy life. I was lost in a narrative of having a heartbreak and a half!  As the world gets crazier and crazier, I will grow calmer and calmer. Despite this yearning in my body, I will not coerce the world. I lost the war for her heart in the black hole of covid…

A silly man deserves to be knocked down! With radical individuality, we might only be projecting frustration! Of this, we must not be negatively careful. All of my writing up to this point (and moving forward) is condemned to the English language. The root of madness–everyday disagreeableness!

Buddha vs. fallen nature. Meme ideas – How to be good with everyone: Systematically people-please. Friends same page-not meme template vis-à-vis a committed, long-term relationship turning to naught.

Is romance all about focus, or was Candice in Pokémon Brilliant Diamond overcoming lingering immaturities via pre-battle dialog? Speaking of–did anyone else feel the death of radical freedom last year?

HCI is my theoretical (psychology) respite! My final Muse brings not the anger of expectation. Life of some kind left for you is incompatible with my being….

Calling holy people of all stripes–

If similarities > differences

       Proceed

       Else break up

  If her doubt > your conviction

       Break up

Trineva is mildly disenfranchised while I don’t romanticize neutrality. Strictly speaking, there is no right kind of mask. I am no playboy philosopher.

…Don forsake the salad! I dislike people who come and go as they like. They possess a freedom that I lack…. Mass ambivalence. Flimsy subjectivity–bury it with altruism! This could appease the future author of The Automated Self!

Fiction as Reality is the name of a course I would dearly like to teach! Cloudiva and I are fairies escorting Spyro back into bounds when he gets into too much trouble. Over-eagerness coupled with lack of follow-through means that things don’t get done

I am fascinated by the other, especially while railing against reason. I have halted last year´s ¨I don´t need anyone¨ initiative. This, even after I awakened her appetites. I did not mean to abuse my intellect! At least my inactive podcast is not called This Psychological Life

Let us aim for absurdism but with a happy ending. What are some misgivings of liberal democracy?

Slippery for naught?

Mistakes are just baked into life. “It drains you of your tension”, he said. I paused.

Am I to stimulate that moral intuition? We are soft about sex; also so as we make a mockery of the English language! Masturbation isn’t salvation; no–not the right kind!

I was bound by the stories I knew. A dogma of positivity need not be toxic. Her divine intuition was sparkling…I confess to have grown weary: frustrated with the maybes. Hedonistic gods could have danced to them as I wept.

The past follows you around like a hairy limp. I wouldn’t have uttered a cliche, were I living a life of control! Lust can be my busy mistress: and work for good?

This post is an invitation to be positive. Match that softness! “Subjectivity really binds you”, he said. The nubster-chubster said it after a lifetime of eating my feelings.

That’s how fleeting things feel in her world. Crazy and moral: free, easy dialogue! Are Americans Anglo-something, after all…?

“Productivity must yield to enjoyment. I’m a busy man.” Central to your aesthetic should not be the heart of a lesser man–least not if you resent him for his weakness.

There’s a lot of life to learn! “If you let that guilt have its way with you”, he said, “bad things will happen.” Drama over drugs is one of the worst kinds. Drama over sex would come next.

Swiped my Switch! Being attracted to neutrality is what I hope to achieve for the Avegen of my imagination. Perfectly unattainable: also an Anglo-whatever?

A mind that big demands space. Still–don’t go so willingly! No–take a love sabbatical. Make sure not to break a woman’s care with that sensitivity to philosophy…

He slept early and woke up late, as though to avoid some monster out for full life-livers. My heart went into hiding. Conquer the material world to pave promising careers in retail! A string of hi’s can lead to a higher likelihood of othering: combat via an intricate recycling system…

The battle, surely, can help unleash the art historian! Having one’s heart’s in the search is vital…I am the master of soft touch!

Tango with my shadow, even though it needs to die a slow, metaphorical death. “Poor good”, he said as I succumbed to the moment. Faithful data collection led to the thought: Stereotypy is like a fire that we must extinguish!

I’m afraid I may had absorbed too much insanity. “This world is full of heartbreakers”, he didn’t say. “Live a life of softening!”

You can’t cover this one up with friendship. Certainly, the king of stupid ideas couldn’t pull it off?! A growing ideal–hurl it at the world: have it handed back, nice and damaged. The other is always enticing, yet simultaneously someone–nay, something–to be feared.

The name of a heartbreaker is being lost to the sands of a fragile mind being pushed by hope! Am I over humor: and if so, can I trust the social?

A rejoinder, as it were! Just looking for a world to save…. Empathy is a good guiding principle! Even at the end of your romantic rope, you may still test me for all of time.

Timid the tsunami~

A stinky human might stomp a relationship when trying to roll with the craziness. They may have been contemplating gaming all day…I wondered what new phenomena could be a lurking around the corner?

The like structure of my WordPress over years was fascinating to view! Straining to hold on, I drew an even breath. That’s the ideal thing about alcohol: moderately ingested, it can dampen the ever-vexing ego….

They tried to lure you in with big numbers: mental health juggernaut. The media demands it! I then took to becoming a Quora hero, answering every relationship question I was requested to.

We have all become mask ladies and lords…I was not called to until I acquired my first cool boy job. I need longer stretches of nothing!

My mind was in chaos (or was it crisis?). This is what serious melancholy doesn’t feel like–not least for a hard psychologist! That possibility sailed through her mind; light trauma can result in a science fast (especially if said trauma impairs one’s computational mind).

They be withholding my brain scan?! “What got up your butt?” She asked. I unclenched. Renounce the phone! I had been all romanced out, wasting my life away gaming….

Thoughts assailing my mind can lead to revelations. Dreams are like quantum waves: they change when we watch them. Lift me up from the tedium brought on by listening excessively to the great narrator in the sky!

Frantically trying to prove that I still care, I have been searching for my humanity. Did I offend my culture while doing so? Surely not those also working on their spirituality game. Is there no harm in being a holy integrator?

Commit to the chips–the sun shone on my life after I decided not to impress a philosopher. I think I went down a punk rabbit hole…. So many factors can influence the manifestation of personality.

‘Sane Killer’ is not the name of a ‘Thriller’-‘Smooth Criminal’ mashup. Inject some unpredictability! …And I knew what true, pure and deep happiness was. She was waiting to set me free as the world’s creative?

Tendinitis allowing….what I want is a taste of those feelings. Looking very picturesque on my break doesn’t disrupt my faith!

Closure felt cold, yesterday

Masturbation is comfortable, but should not be condoned (by any world religion). I realized this while wishing for a Godhat for Godhead! Premarital sex using birth control may be sin-lite; either way, we roll with trauma while striving to capitalize on the normal…

“You unvaccinated swine!” They yelled at me. I suppose they didn’t think this was both nice and necessary: I certainly did not…. If the project of individualism is to aggressively differentiate, could it wind up affirming one’s nature positively?

Many a sex elephant may have stumbled upon a series of realizations. I plan to never kneel at the site of my sin–also, a man without a car is as good as neutered. After May (or perhaps sooner!), my heart was soulbound to psychology. Yet in order to move on, his heart had to accept the logic. Why: I only thought to take advantage of my strength?

I never wanted to steal her personality. Yet two days ago, it was undeniable that I felt crackling with infinity…failing feelings don’t make us licensed to argue! Romance has its place and time (spacetime). Logic does, also!

Conform to the chair! Friends come and go; your soulmate is eternal. I may be a pseudo-autist: any undiagnosed person can be. Have I been poached by God!? Some who feel they have been start going blind to this society: at least, this is my thought as a runaway theorist (of theosophy)….

It doesn’t just negate who you are as a human being! I have (been) too easily touched. Really, it isn’t that that’s straight-up, some storge. Let’s think about this deftly: a psychological family is what I thought to have.

Some mornings, I rue the alarm! My heart’s playing the blues…they never tasted so good! It takes a special kind of schizophrenia to type like this. This pain is a bad episode!

When soft touch threatens to go too far…

…we resort to hiding the bro inside.

Serving the Irish crown, he realized: Her emotions are her truths. While in something or someone else’s service, subjects are often left to explore their psyches. Upon doing so, you might learn to let your hobby structure crumble however much it needs to at any given moment!

Going to the bathroom is a liberty, I thought gleefully. People can’t hoodwink a psychologist: but any old dry eye is prone to grow tired–weary of screens, of being open at all. Boomyah! The eyes close, and grateful sleep can ensue.

Her accent had a vague, Midwest twang. But he did not desire a piece of that dominance pie…. but power comes in multiple forms. For instance, I bet Mr. D has strong campfire game!

Normal++ is what it might be to marry a mutt? Either way, one could unleash their inner yahoo, and take to practicing fake color coordination. They said: “Whack him awake–and bring your best self to life…!”

Our ecosystem of shoes is more than what the intellect reveals. Peanut butter competitors might nonetheless share fake anime feelings with one another. Disregard media and transcend your check-the-box kinda life!

After excess spirituality, I took solace in materiality. Before…I was afraid of being swept into a suboptimal situation. I accommodated its end; I never wondered: “Sci-hub’s for chubs?”

No Thunder, all lightning might lead to an upset defeat. Coach Poliwrath can turn things around for its team; it can’t change someone who is boring and religious. Could a Froakie breakfast could be just what one needs while doing feminism a solid?

To be stuck in ambivalence is to live through a pointless, gray case. To this, surely the psychologist in me rebels–does not revel? As a psychologist, I cannot rationally gamble with my emotions…nor could one afford to do so as a killer academic.

One should not be high on trauma if they are safely squared away and married. Such a situation is not futile, yet compelling; one could still net a Kingler? This post is based from real events that may or may not have happened.

A holy Dragon Rush might excite a dispassionate explorer. Looking to politics for a religious solve is ill-advised. Tonight, I took the Sunday way home…and pulled away from her for the last time.

To eschew anti-authoritarian punctuation is punkschewnation.

Narrow and compelling…

…is the behavioral maze of life. I sidled up to that car; I was aware of the social terrain. What am I–a wizard of memory?!

“Share less, consume more!” This is an optimal mindset as we play with aesthetics. Suck it, nature!–is not…

Today, I feel like an advocate for Oshawott. I’ve been steadily on the behavioral road, this year. I was almost back on that shirt grind, so I pulled out my metaphorical skateboard and did the trick!…

Entering therapist mode makes me less prone to discredit the metaphor (whatever it is). Going on a tutoring hiatus may or might not be in my cards; but either way, I can stay a wily theorist. And even if I couldn’t–feeling in a perpetual (mental) state of breakup is unsustainable.

When my soul is in focus, I can feel like I’m actually a culturally(-)woke psychologist. Fitness crisis!? Why: that’s straight-up madness, most of all when I’m saddled with purpose.

Women are sacred sites, independent of whether one has a sorry love life. Only through religion can we legitimately idolize the ideal. So, too, is moral monitoring the province of this holy domain…

I wonder if anyone wants to hear: “Your destiny is broken.” Is it possible for this to happen–or would it be merely subverting the inevitable? In either case, no one–regardless of gender(s)–wants to land in a feminine gutter.

Live without disappointment: start by slowing down your car when the traffic light turns yellow! Even if yellow is the color of worry, it could also be the colour of your Thai curry. This is more than a meaningful, liberal proclamation…

Steer clear of the self-sufficiency bandwagon–and you just might pass by Misunderstanding City!

Culturockets

To save the research world is a big deal. Playing a Maslowian life is, too! If I play it right, people might think: He must have a sexy occipital lobe.

Double-reinforcing the punishment can mean a lock of both locks to punish myself for what I did…. Oh–if it were as simple to just Pesh-sesh life away. But, academia is not for the faint of mind!

Cheers to fitness. Do I have an income issue!? There’s no need to get all up in arms about assets

“I must not question maleness.” I wonder if–for some–being autistic was the rational answer. Heroic social research might examine this in-depth.

Blink-butt poop is a path to attaining a Yusei aesthetic. Or–possibly a Georgia persona?! White shoepremacy was a concern as I bought my first, pure white pair o’ kicks…

There is some truth in speed. Finding my BI’s voice might only be a quest! I pick up my heel like a kitten after moisturizing it.

She was my last temptation. A crescent moon and lightning can both be red on an angry summer night! Often, I am inundated with acronyms (like ‘SD’)…

I will sometimes think to bro around with a chick! After going to last weekend’s rock show, I dug into my math rock pocket. An airtight person will allow me to master this individualist’s game.

Some rings were just meant to be lost…. Drink some depressant. It won’t make us impossibly light-hearted.