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Suraj’s wager:

Non-fans don’t care if a superhero adaptation is faithful or not, but fans do, so it might as well be faithful! You poke the racism bear at the nexus of your screens…. “Middle-some” is a linguistic concession; not a platonic theory of leadership (of how to be a heart-type Raj).

Peaceful, spaghetti itching trumps Sartrean nothingness and consciousness: even if being-for-itself is Buddhist nothingness? More than being scared of being taken advantage of or uncertain social situations (S‘s), I feared the 5 A.M. hornet! “I’m selling my experience”, I explained. “I don’t want it, anymore….”

He is playing the white man’s game; I am playing everyone’s game. It feels better to build yourself up than to let them down? That’s why science is for losers! (Philosophy is hardly better….)

Fairness toward all employees is better than the following: much of philosophy is attempting to justify ideology. The spaces don’t mean 0, cholo-boyo! It’s not that I am math-challenged: it’s that math is inherently challenged?! You are manipulating your phenomenal cognitive style by reading…it’s good for your promptless being….

Pretty PV people say no (and stay);

The cognitive swallows the behavioral whole!

I’ll always own the gesture of fierce surety. My hand is not a garden? One of these (shabds) is getting the big evo…. The right way to Joyland was embrace fully how little I cared! Obelisk has graced the game with His presence—can any other Surajes confirm!?

Tell me you didn’t lose sight of “normal” long ago…not when you found a fungus growing on the moon! “Don’t be a public relations guy”, usane kaha. Were you defeated in the family sphere, at my grandpa’s behest? Don’t give up on the chanda~

How can we grow old together if time stops? I have good reason to believe Play-Doh…. Also, I am not reducible to a job that gives me a dizzifying depression! I yield to the phenomenon.

Is veeshavAra quantifiable? The Other wins if you washed out the friendship. ਉਥੇ ਮੇਰਾ 日本語-English ਵਿਸ਼ੇਸ਼ ਅਧਿਕਾਰ ਹੈ! That’s how you know, No: with a gross overcorrection….

The shadow of Peninsula became deriving enjoyment from your phone. After all, most activities are interruptable! The prices of progress and friendship are that “interesting” gets old after a while…everyone’s a soul with a sea of affect? You know discomfort like the back of your hand :-0

Discursive culture

Crackling with religious spirit, a hidden sibling shows positive psychopathy? Bargaining in his head, he became resigned to a life of work. Liberation in what we don’t know won’t make us impervious to problems!

Collateral on her crusade was logic fueled by emotion. Primed to be weak, he could move with the world! He thought that there is pain in distance; purchased, but not experienced is a war no one cares about….

More gameful and less apologetic, he was now dripping with cool…she took a shot of innocence in stead of projected alterity!? His floor-dwelling ways left me with a taste for discipline.

I need a brave miracle, as well as to be entrained by an aesthetic! I am not an egg-headed brown boy. To scrutinize, or look away? Why dress oneself with metaphors, when his roar filled the stadium? I was a scene gamer: inundated with good ideas–disgusted by his spawn, he sees heartbreak on a screen….

Purpose up the wazoo is what we have! Flip narratives like they’re nothing! Persistence of a persona eclipses her embarrassing origin. I suggest you focus on the chill. Protect or express a dream?!

Survive, and learn to be more you. Cookie-cutter Asian engineer…. Perils of being a nerd are a big, Harry Potter letdown. Skyward shimmers in this rule-bound existence can lead to being systematically annoyed!?! Why; supervising autism in a cascade of ignorance could be a luxurious, unshap(e)able life…a future in which you’re sorry is only contingently funny~

One errant Cheeto is the start of feminine carefulness….

The ideal was asleep…

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.

Playing with Persona

Missing the last social meeting wasn’t Aug’ing my Cog, so I “finished” my “technical love” paper. Regardless, getting my Yu-Gi-Oh! fix has become a daily matter. I had a day of insight, yesterday; today is too young to judge.

She, for me, embodies all that is feminine. And I–for her–embody all that is masculine. This being said–there are no sympathetic bones in their body…who is “their”? They are someone lost in time: to me, lost to our past…

Conservatism runs deeper than that–that is, deeper than being both weird and dissonant. Passing the outgoing mantle can prevent one’s successor from displaying insidious behavior.

Am I a relatively extreme AugCog guy (for my age)? Yes; but in any case, an ineffective towel doesn’t dry well. The anguish of a romantic can, at times, feel quite palpable!

That was a subpar (beer) pull! I thought: perhaps I had sipped too much or little. To sully a friendship–is it not self-evident that such an idea lacks any merit, whatsoever? What I may have come to observe is that it’s not all roses and daisies in Diversity Land!

Yet, still…Lady Luck belongs with Gentleman Skill! I can pay attention in a productive way! I got out my Waifutop* just to type this all out…I’ve felt like I had an ambiguous romantic future since last year.

‘She’ was a detective of her own feelings. Meanwhile, troubleshooting myself re-presented itself as a psychological project during today’s shower…. My doctor never once told me to develop Blue Obelisk balls.

As long as that is her will, I will abide by it. I cannot negate it! Yet: I still fancy myself something of a warrior. I had tried and appealed to her values–but the lucrative anti covid-19 industry beckoned.

I have known more than one yahoo brother. Pacing and typing is peculiar to me; not for them. Positional reasons for doing something include feeling good, possibly practicing the non-Olympic sport of racquetball.

At certain places and events, I felt I might be vaguely looking for her…. This Ariana Grande-fueled lifestyle could go for only a time. If she’s always with me, then I’m not lost. My love outlives me!

This could become a small but powerful blog. Til then: I settle for being a someday-professor! Am I a research hippie? That’s a definite benefit…all the while, western science and fewer corporate intellectuals are jacked on neuroscience.

To enact romance as a values-Nazi can make one lose the urgency that didn’t result from genuine patience. At this point, I’m a griefmaster; Tool McToolio? Tendienitis can result from being a semi-professional magician of psychology.

As a secret GOAT, I uttered some statement and awakened her latent Catholicism! It would be a great, individualistic triumph to become a published theorist of reality. More than this, I want to release the shining light in my soul…

Simps of the universe unite, reconciling science with romance. She rage-married; yet: “Almost” isn’t “don’t?” An essay forming on my mind, I learned that we can have stupid sensibilities.

I was (just earlier today) on the threshold of evolution

*This denotes nothing existent–only fanciful.

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.

Shifting your momentums for me

Health Dharma: the creed of today. Getting over someone by their direction and obeying one’s own conscience may lead in the same direction…. Namely, that of the embodied body.

Acting out one’s heart, soul, etc. is demanded. What are the superficial qualities of the mission? The bearded man of PCH–try and keep that thought in your pants…

“Mirror neurons complicate individualism.” Let future fake-you’s die indefinitely. Do not be clouded by this worry!

Noodles beget noodles: could that be a real Hot Cheeto bummer? Playing the liberal game isn’t always the same as taking my epistemic time. (But–it could be!)

What the shirt dictates: suppress the aesthetic. To be totalitarian versus wise is perhaps no more salient than in the case of accessible pornography. Oh; the unconscious possibilities!

Waving the commitment banner is impossible when our vows seem to have been made in vain…

No Space High

Who needs an approval boat when we can ride this soul high-train onto tomorrow! Patient urgency is the key for any low-key Buddhist*. Incidentally, we can be tit-for-tat in relationships–but should we? Do we need to be…?

Consumerism begets consumerism. Therefore, don’t buy anything and save! Take a bite outta that regret pie…or, not?

Some situations are extroverted. Let’s drop any logical pretense about it! And while we’re at it, metaphorical self-death does not befit a life-affirming introvert. Let go of your death grip on the steering wheel and see how your (hand) health benefits…

Being an existential boyfriend is less–but seems like more–than anyone ever bargained for. Any guy who’s succumbed to it knows: “There is a feeling to madness.” There is a feeling of being pushed to the limit of my soul…

Do you know it?

Being pulled toward the memes is not what results in automating love into my being. Science is what could do that, apparently.

*Don’t ask me what high-key Buddhists do with their Wednesday afternoons…