Monthly Archives: March 2022

hesitant to make the cut

ignore not any undeniable sign from God

Brought the party to AugCog…

the peace in his heart

mushroom boon

a life of culture

closed your heart to love forever

riding on my own demise

relentlessly pursue feelings

ambivalence is the name of the game

reinforce any hierarchies

Projection: thy name is S.G.!

Writing is a doing

where your heart lifts you

I could smell a dual relationship coming from a mile away.

where I learned what real intimacy was

hopelessly engaged

float spacelessly

authentically in pain

caught her self-doubt

Dark Magic Attack on her heart…

resigned to research

glut for abuse

after a long period of intellectualizing

media spirit animal

drawn to the jackal

limits of my being

armor of prevention

Martin Luther King energy

dancing around my heart

Spoopy sounds from yesteryears

individualistic devil

enlighten men

If a tool (or tech) doesn’t make a job easier–don’t use it!

Lib u from angur…

cultural dummy

pleasure nap

The magic in man

attracted to absurdism

the wrong pensieve

baked into subjectivity

violated my own heart

defend against a heart attack

Kid-doh

fashion took over my life

pass on the jealousy

reduce to a belief statement

covid sanctuary

squelch that aesthetic

constrained by culture

powerful theory-builder

Chase a media dream

profession stigma

trivialize the existential

existential on a bad level

reality becomes transparent

comfortable and fertile

sick obsession with yourself

As sure as my feet are cold!

negate the collective

feminist cue

Biden of the world

Too much time functioning

Drive me, Crazy!

Pass me that romantic baton. Conduct a feeling experiment–but not while playing mindless Pokémon GO…. Here is where the literal and figurative merge!

The dinner front conveniently hosted a magazine collective? “I’m free!” Cried the Indian man in English. To suffer and smolder befits a model who twinkles like science! By the way: no one wants to be reduced to an NPC…even if I was primed for fossils, I do not have an ambition to be an autist liberator.

…Nor would I have “outsourced my mom”!? What crazy cognition! I’m a reflexivity bro; you’re a moody pixie dream-girl…. I have witnessed at least one anti-ABA tirade. Regardless, I refused the other day to be screwed by Grotle! Perhaps we could use an ultimate BI success story.

I owe it (this) to reflection, firstly! Meanwhile, I am very linguistically baffled…as well as something of a research vigilante? You and I might be bound by the algorithm: where your enlightenment laid!

Traverse not into the desert of my love life! You may–like me and others– become unduly affected by media…. You cannot oppress me with money! Please, do not resent me for my tendinitis!

Any language can be an abstract unifier! Does any business need a Google Analytics monk?