I want to reconcile disparate stimuli. A nearby church is critical of society’s shallow connections; modernists assert socio-technology as being “just how things are, now”. Won’t someone please just show me their Shinto?
It is an art–being detached, not harassed. My first brush with Lady Chaos ended in various shades of disagreeableness. I have been withholding romance, since…
Arrogantly asserting irony as truth is the mode of an unenthused hipster. The most inclusive “we” consists of the “freezein” to counter burnout. What a crater of laughter!
Have I been overloading the noosphere? It doesn’t feel like a traumafest…I’d rather just laugh assertively. I aspire to be greater than an unrelatable robot.
The rigors of romance might appeal to a perfectionistic gamer. Such a person should have a balanced body economy; though it is true, that “pain gives life some character”. A strategic multitude should be employed!
Wild Westerners and Yu-Gi-Oh! players alike can have an insatiable thirst for duel. Do the latter have it for ocular reasons? Or is it simply just the right level of tempting to “go full weirdo”?
Writing as a diagnosed cyclothymic is one way to curtail the mania. The world is an ontology of souls! Pain overrides joy: the fun ends, there…
…Until we experience the feeling realization. A distasteful thought–what if I want to jam with the devil? I wouldn’t wanna trigger shippers with a potentially good romance!
“Love”–the ultimate hoodwink. Take things data-day. Rest up from successive tired-eye days!
When I’m tired, imaginary folks have had poor taste in my life. I discovered this in a treasure trove of answers. Dare to defy an oppositional ethic?!
We find ourselves in a broader coolness context. This aria includes at least one forthright woman. Nerds can put their cards where their muscles are?
We are heartily triggered by thirsty energy. Dum-dum geniuses know that: affect lies beyond a thin layer of cognition! Sometimes, I am just an upper-middle djinn (by my own persistent evaluation) awaiting summons…
One may need to exploit systemic flexibility to keep sane. A whimsical dream girl might fall for a free philosopher–but either way, why be technical about love? It may turn away the unworthy to build a more sturdy psychological empire, to accommodate those with forlorn hearts.
Sometimes, to fall out of love could be a win for sobriety. It can lead one to recognize their special relation with the universe! Love is the most objective shield from wicked magick…
I must be wary for anyone who could become a victim of my wrath! The impulse for play is best paired with a romantic plan. Interpersonal relations are best when not fraught with friction.
Join the cult of respect and embark on a pop-punk voyage. There, one may find their own un-reconciled darkness–at such a time, the conviction of friendship can save our lives. A proper life analysis can begin after such vicious tests.
Ironic though it is to type here: “life is not reducible to the internet”. You have to moralize your being for the spirit of Pacific Coast Highway (PCH) to come save you! He will deem you sacred, therefore safe…. There is no broken life path.
Here I am: feeding the hedonistic machine. That’s my laptop, with WordPress open. For pleasure’s sake, we won’t talk about the healing touch of a tongue.
Instead, let’s discuss the depression of evolution. Love was our way out of that one…. In L.A., it seems most of us have been individualists on the streets, but collectivists in the sheets.
I’ve been in something of a graduation pit (since May). Does friendship douse the fire of romance? Questions like these throw me back onto myself!
Some things in life are imcompatible with my being. Specifically, what happens when you and I didn’t think any better? I’m no Jesuit dream-boy; nor do I think I’ll have any “Hinduit” children.
None of it makes me want to be sadboi animu. That would disrupt your buzz–non? If you take an existential risk, you might get a humanistic reward out of it!…
We can be weak but knavely. Some among us are druggy jocks! Ya can’t have your contact solution and drink it, too…our eyes are shining, inspired–born of intuition.
Enclosed–safely enclosed…that’s how we were during quarantime. It’s O.K. to have perfectly natural, oedipal and Freudian feelings. Just don’t be a dum-dum emo boi: and in application, refer to the full panoply of theories.