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?