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Driving is a battle for your life!/Quarantine preoccupations

A mature theorist doesn’t know better. A strong, solemn psychologist probably doesn’t, either! Both must have practiced and continual faith in creativity…

No need to be in an avoidant mood. The king of AugCog is likely not present; pretending you’re retired is cool? I’ve known a couple of badass East Asian chicks in my life.

Miracle cream for the hands was available for pickup at a certain Target, somewhat nearby! With all the logic he could muster, the buyer of said cream managed the will of a winner. Alas–he had neither the mind, nor the will for her…

To be coddled by stimulus money is a recent trend. What a dark day at Duel Academy, does it spell! I am an expert on my life (autobiography pending).

She was–regrettably–denied access to my dream world. Silly lessons learnt: there is fun in contrast…. There is more to existence than being ridiculously cognitive.

Wildberry shorts are technically unbranded. To be a conscientious dater is requisite for being frosty about dating! Postponing peace is never wise.

Still–one ought to be a fully-integrated lover. Recyclo-man says, “I am no chub-Nazi: born and raised!” I didn’t know fate was so fickle that she could be tempted…

A phone-time employee is just a modern-day student. Can having distaste for social engineering can lead to unforeseen cultural consequences?! Ambivalent indifference is paradoxical; best not to live life in a Vitamin D-aze.

Being confined by animu could hasten heartbreak. To slide into hedonism–or, to accept loss gracefully? You might not be haunted by what I said…and by what I could not do.

Soulmate or GTFO has become my MO. Moving like you’re dead: es no bueno!

Navigate treacherous social waters

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.