Go away from the goad! Relationships have ends, and they are their own end. Death is existential nothingness.

Develop a realistic model of reality! My daily “hello quota” is drowning in intention. A risk is just that: something can go wrong.

Paragon of the mask! Take over the creative world! Sacrifice some breath. Coexist with nonsense….

The seriousness of a situation leads to becoming all worded out. It is a stupid state, in which one’s mask hangs low.

Metaphorical lava! Complying with the rules of that game is not overcoming the imagination? I thought I was good, but now I have the chance to be.

I don’t know why I was on my phone~ Perhaps, I was busy riding the drama wave. I can be independent and wrong, like when I seized psychology!

What if love had sight: could it see through the darkness of pizza?! With energy to execute, you can go fishing for values. Can I affirm that dogma?

Is life a game? If the shoe fits…on reality? We could all use a math rhapsody. No one wants to talk to a guy who can’t keep a straight mask!

Really made room for that coffee. You can be neurotic about balance, while accumulating sadness. All of it is about the futility of the situation…!

Why, we shouldn’t be so happy!? In Hollywood, I can take one for evolution. When low on drama, end all power struggles—everywhere. When I’m scrambled by literature, the futility of itching is salient. I take a new sploosh, then I disappear into techne.

Sad biege babies are not the same as a casual food baby. Am I a nerd about love? Don’t abuse your eye! Keep that presidential humor and bloated image in mind. We are all used for our bodies…. Follow the collective.

I’ve been called many things: helper; therapist…but you may call me BI.