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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?

He who speaks the language of the oppressor!

I’m no eminent smart-boy…warming up to an old friend. Is it that there is meaning in every occurrence? There’s something romantic about a wandering heart–

I need not a sedative for my feelings. I shy from the face of the rejector. By this, do I hope to live a life of approval?! I control the flow of my cognition. Still: what does it mean to be a wanting being?

The truth is very resilient! It is not bent on stealing your thoughtfulness. Nor does it insist to quiet the world down….

“Name one thing Trump said that was racist,” I challenged.

The other man banged his mug of beer on the bartop. “Wait–” he sputtered. “Why are we talking about someone who’s not even around anymore?!”

Now, we may live increasingly beneath the blanket of healthcare. Speaking of “blankets”: I must not go too ham on the religion front! It seems easy to default to Christianity; record of my heart, please cease to carry the weight of a story. For I have ceased feeling magical–don’t burrito shame me!

Everyone isn’t “just anyone”. Just anyone is irreducibly aesthetic! Rather than being humbled at every turn, I acknowledge having set my heart back….

Since I promised (and didn’t follow up), I wasn’t honest.

“I wish I’d seen you for what you are earlier,” she mumbled.

 He jerked back in surprise. “Hands off, darlin’!”

“Life ain’t a sweety bowl of cherries, Charlotte.”

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“We have little sympathy for single-cell organisms.”

 “You could call them by their name…” I said.

 “What?” Dad asked.

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“Prokaryote…brokaryotes!”

 “We kill prokaryotes,” Dad stated. “Viruses– “

 “Well,” I interjected. “We try to. We’re pretty good at it.”

 “We step in grass…”

It’s all because we’re filthy, bloody humanists–proud ones. We’re ashamed we aren’t more; that’s it. No less.

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 “You want to understand how life works? Keep on livin‘!”

 What the duck am I doing?! I thought. I can tell the difference between wrong and right.

Effectual me! Secure af, bruh…secure A.F.

I like to imagine my life as an unfolding music vidya. Ya know–muses and “ick”: they go together…

Artfix 4 (~11/12-12/16/2021)

A soulmate is someone you love at their core, forever!

I am Suraj Sood: (F)BI. Chill, fascist!–while mining my mind. Connect with an autistic kid, as long as you haven’t threatened to go to the temple.

Life’s been priming me for marriage. While you’d rescue the good ideas, I settled for limbo. A certain tolerance for insanity…. Will it to sleep, Rebel yahoo boy! You’re gaga over agape, when really it’s all about eros!…

Some display uniqueness gone too far. Some activities are safe, but still wrong; this does not seem to include any altruism peak.

Why, is white privilege a narrative–is Manifest Destiny guy? Drop a nasty lyric while restoring balance to my life. It’ll stick out in your mind like a sore thumb: like my brain with a heart!

At work, I had chosen to party with autists. Don’t diss automation…stay in the good. Risk a close shave in the Chamber of Secrets, but don’t place too much faith in freedom. Even if I crave fun…. Clearly, the techne isn’t everything…100’s all around!

Avoid the bye, forever sort of thing. Read about an existentialist at a bar (not Camus). You, I’ve been trying to wife for all my life. Simps for America say, “Trust me–no one is perfect on the ego front”. Some of my feelings are embarrassing. The worst kind of nerd: a philosopher.

What if I carried the insanity further?

I have the mind for a story! Get ahead of your cognition–I like that. Mercilessly pursuing my utility would be severely overcompensating. Surely, Babu the Trump cat would object to this and railing against the people you love!?…

I unthinkingly denied her psychic access, yet was not let down by another religion.

The heart of a Charizard

Inteleon with a secret spoke: “Love is worth making peace for!” Halt your assumption. That’s what’s so magical about Jaden…

Detracting from your career is like singing: “🎵Well, I already have a tablet/That I don’t use🎶.” Friend time is free time!

Drowning your tiredness in caffeine should be met with the following: None of this dampens my will to live~ Low-grade harm might result if we were reduced to autists. To be a mind cadet is not to be as simple as an autist?

Something to anchor my consciousness to is what could steal her logic. Freed from the shackles of logic–the slightest trace of melancholy…. The romance had left me!

Trapped behind the veneer of my ambition: given its color…. Try surviving the behavioral jungle?! Try to do the smart, but the stupid happens instead. We need a people synthesis greater than the sum of the task analysis’ parts!

There is no one more moderate than u. Dare not to upset the pop-punk Gods, lest they ask–“Are you a menstrual eater?” Not even a faithful logic machine could answer that!

When the time is right;

And when you’re

Safely squared away

And married

I’ll be with you.

Being a straight twat-waffle doesn’t equate with completing furious documentation! At least I can escape to being Japanese. I overshot tonight’s coffee threshold; perfect introspection has let me look love straight in the eye!

Bless his soul–he is not God. Hang yourself up in the sky…. Be de-attuned to the bad!

Love is fair; war isn’t. To be a survivor; a lover…I have offended my body! I must not restlessly compare myself with my peers. Take it with a grain of salt: or, a puff of weed. Creep with the bass as an insanely hard worker? Feel the love exerted by that plant, and eschew becoming a lame introvert. Take (not) our safety for granted: jump to control?!? Perform a family structure analysis! The autist in me still loves her. I can be kind in my mind…

Some became hyped up on the wrong stuff. Cloudy endorphins make us (not become) thoroughly objectified!

The language of autism: “relaxed relation”. I safely wonder as a racquetball demon who does not refuse to process my past brushes with women. Down with her freakouts (about us)….

She had a Californian composition! The Seven Sages are akin to masturbation. Here lies not the neutrality you crave…. If you trust someone you’re vulnerable to, you can be intimate with them. Emotion is cyclical! How you feel is valid versus feelings not being everything…we might have been emotional in the wrong way. I’ve dated myself into a corner as a result of a lifelong struggle with ambition–all the while, cultivating a playful spirit!

Go full Mormon whilst huddled over a salad. I dream her into being: bored of objectivity, I do not demand to be king in any kind of holy life. I was lost in a narrative of having a heartbreak and a half!  As the world gets crazier and crazier, I will grow calmer and calmer. Despite this yearning in my body, I will not coerce the world. I lost the war for her heart in the black hole of covid…

A silly man deserves to be knocked down! With radical individuality, we might only be projecting frustration! Of this, we must not be negatively careful. All of my writing up to this point (and moving forward) is condemned to the English language. The root of madness–everyday disagreeableness!

Buddha vs. fallen nature. Meme ideas – How to be good with everyone: Systematically people-please. Friends same page-not meme template vis-à-vis a committed, long-term relationship turning to naught.

Is romance all about focus, or was Candice in Pokémon Brilliant Diamond overcoming lingering immaturities via pre-battle dialog? Speaking of–did anyone else feel the death of radical freedom last year?

HCI is my theoretical (psychology) respite! My final Muse brings not the anger of expectation. Life of some kind left for you is incompatible with my being….

Calling holy people of all stripes–

If similarities > differences

       Proceed

       Else break up

  If her doubt > your conviction

       Break up

Trineva is mildly disenfranchised while I don’t romanticize neutrality. Strictly speaking, there is no right kind of mask. I am no playboy philosopher.

…Don forsake the salad! I dislike people who come and go as they like. They possess a freedom that I lack…. Mass ambivalence. Flimsy subjectivity–bury it with altruism! This could appease the future author of The Automated Self!

Fiction as Reality is the name of a course I would dearly like to teach! Cloudiva and I are fairies escorting Spyro back into bounds when he gets into too much trouble. Over-eagerness coupled with lack of follow-through means that things don’t get done

I am fascinated by the other, especially while railing against reason. I have halted last year´s ¨I don´t need anyone¨ initiative. This, even after I awakened her appetites. I did not mean to abuse my intellect! At least my inactive podcast is not called This Psychological Life

Let us aim for absurdism but with a happy ending. What are some misgivings of liberal democracy?

Narrow and compelling…

…is the behavioral maze of life. I sidled up to that car; I was aware of the social terrain. What am I–a wizard of memory?!

“Share less, consume more!” This is an optimal mindset as we play with aesthetics. Suck it, nature!–is not…

Today, I feel like an advocate for Oshawott. I’ve been steadily on the behavioral road, this year. I was almost back on that shirt grind, so I pulled out my metaphorical skateboard and did the trick!…

Entering therapist mode makes me less prone to discredit the metaphor (whatever it is). Going on a tutoring hiatus may or might not be in my cards; but either way, I can stay a wily theorist. And even if I couldn’t–feeling in a perpetual (mental) state of breakup is unsustainable.

When my soul is in focus, I can feel like I’m actually a culturally(-)woke psychologist. Fitness crisis!? Why: that’s straight-up madness, most of all when I’m saddled with purpose.

Women are sacred sites, independent of whether one has a sorry love life. Only through religion can we legitimately idolize the ideal. So, too, is moral monitoring the province of this holy domain…

I wonder if anyone wants to hear: “Your destiny is broken.” Is it possible for this to happen–or would it be merely subverting the inevitable? In either case, no one–regardless of gender(s)–wants to land in a feminine gutter.

Live without disappointment: start by slowing down your car when the traffic light turns yellow! Even if yellow is the color of worry, it could also be the colour of your Thai curry. This is more than a meaningful, liberal proclamation…

Steer clear of the self-sufficiency bandwagon–and you just might pass by Misunderstanding City!

Culturockets

To save the research world is a big deal. Playing a Maslowian life is, too! If I play it right, people might think: He must have a sexy occipital lobe.

Double-reinforcing the punishment can mean a lock of both locks to punish myself for what I did…. Oh–if it were as simple to just Pesh-sesh life away. But, academia is not for the faint of mind!

Cheers to fitness. Do I have an income issue!? There’s no need to get all up in arms about assets

“I must not question maleness.” I wonder if–for some–being autistic was the rational answer. Heroic social research might examine this in-depth.

Blink-butt poop is a path to attaining a Yusei aesthetic. Or–possibly a Georgia persona?! White shoepremacy was a concern as I bought my first, pure white pair o’ kicks…

There is some truth in speed. Finding my BI’s voice might only be a quest! I pick up my heel like a kitten after moisturizing it.

She was my last temptation. A crescent moon and lightning can both be red on an angry summer night! Often, I am inundated with acronyms (like ‘SD’)…

I will sometimes think to bro around with a chick! After going to last weekend’s rock show, I dug into my math rock pocket. An airtight person will allow me to master this individualist’s game.

Some rings were just meant to be lost…. Drink some depressant. It won’t make us impossibly light-hearted.

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!

Double-blog reinforcication

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?