Mistakes are just baked into life. “It drains you of your tension”, he said. I paused.

Am I to stimulate that moral intuition? We are soft about sex; also so as we make a mockery of the English language! Masturbation isn’t salvation; no–not the right kind!

I was bound by the stories I knew. A dogma of positivity need not be toxic. Her divine intuition was sparkling…I confess to have grown weary: frustrated with the maybes. Hedonistic gods could have danced to them as I wept.

The past follows you around like a hairy limp. I wouldn’t have uttered a cliche, were I living a life of control! Lust can be my busy mistress: and work for good?

This post is an invitation to be positive. Match that softness! “Subjectivity really binds you”, he said. The nubster-chubster said it after a lifetime of eating my feelings.

That’s how fleeting things feel in her world. Crazy and moral: free, easy dialogue! Are Americans Anglo-something, after all…?

“Productivity must yield to enjoyment. I’m a busy man.” Central to your aesthetic should not be the heart of a lesser man–least not if you resent him for his weakness.

There’s a lot of life to learn! “If you let that guilt have its way with you”, he said, “bad things will happen.” Drama over drugs is one of the worst kinds. Drama over sex would come next.

Swiped my Switch! Being attracted to neutrality is what I hope to achieve for the Avegen of my imagination. Perfectly unattainable: also an Anglo-whatever?

A mind that big demands space. Still–don’t go so willingly! No–take a love sabbatical. Make sure not to break a woman’s care with that sensitivity to philosophy…

He slept early and woke up late, as though to avoid some monster out for full life-livers. My heart went into hiding. Conquer the material world to pave promising careers in retail! A string of hi’s can lead to a higher likelihood of othering: combat via an intricate recycling system…

The battle, surely, can help unleash the art historian! Having one’s heart’s in the search is vital…I am the master of soft touch!

Tango with my shadow, even though it needs to die a slow, metaphorical death. “Poor good”, he said as I succumbed to the moment. Faithful data collection led to the thought: Stereotypy is like a fire that we must extinguish!

I’m afraid I may had absorbed too much insanity. “This world is full of heartbreakers”, he didn’t say. “Live a life of softening!”

You can’t cover this one up with friendship. Certainly, the king of stupid ideas couldn’t pull it off?! A growing ideal–hurl it at the world: have it handed back, nice and damaged. The other is always enticing, yet simultaneously someone–nay, something–to be feared.

The name of a heartbreaker is being lost to the sands of a fragile mind being pushed by hope! Am I over humor: and if so, can I trust the social?

A rejoinder, as it were! Just looking for a world to save…. Empathy is a good guiding principle! Even at the end of your romantic rope, you may still test me for all of time.

A stinky human might stomp a relationship when trying to roll with the craziness. They may have been contemplating gaming all day…I wondered what new phenomena could be a lurking around the corner?

The like structure of my WordPress over years was fascinating to view! Straining to hold on, I drew an even breath. That’s the ideal thing about alcohol: moderately ingested, it can dampen the ever-vexing ego….

They tried to lure you in with big numbers: mental health juggernaut. The media demands it! I then took to becoming a Quora hero, answering every relationship question I was requested to.

We have all become mask ladies and lords…I was not called to until I acquired my first cool boy job. I need longer stretches of nothing!

My mind was in chaos (or was it crisis?). This is what serious melancholy doesn’t feel like–not least for a hard psychologist! That possibility sailed through her mind; light trauma can result in a science fast (especially if said trauma impairs one’s computational mind).

They be withholding my brain scan?! “What got up your butt?” She asked. I unclenched. Renounce the phone! I had been all romanced out, wasting my life away gaming….

Thoughts assailing my mind can lead to revelations. Dreams are like quantum waves: they change when we watch them. Lift me up from the tedium brought on by listening excessively to the great narrator in the sky!

Frantically trying to prove that I still care, I have been searching for my humanity. Did I offend my culture while doing so? Surely not those also working on their spirituality game. Is there no harm in being a holy integrator?

Commit to the chips–the sun shone on my life after I decided not to impress a philosopher. I think I went down a punk rabbit hole…. So many factors can influence the manifestation of personality.

‘Sane Killer’ is not the name of a ‘Thriller’-‘Smooth Criminal’ mashup. Inject some unpredictability! …And I knew what true, pure and deep happiness was. She was waiting to set me free as the world’s creative?

Tendinitis allowing….what I want is a taste of those feelings. Looking very picturesque on my break doesn’t disrupt my faith!

…we resort to hiding the bro inside.

Serving the Irish crown, he realized: Her emotions are her truths. While in something or someone else’s service, subjects are often left to explore their psyches. Upon doing so, you might learn to let your hobby structure crumble however much it needs to at any given moment!

Going to the bathroom is a liberty, I thought gleefully. People can’t hoodwink a psychologist: but any old dry eye is prone to grow tired–weary of screens, of being open at all. Boomyah! The eyes close, and grateful sleep can ensue.

Her accent had a vague, Midwest twang. But he did not desire a piece of that dominance pie…. but power comes in multiple forms. For instance, I bet Mr. D has strong campfire game!

Normal++ is what it might be to marry a mutt? Either way, one could unleash their inner yahoo, and take to practicing fake color coordination. They said: “Whack him awake–and bring your best self to life…!”

Our ecosystem of shoes is more than what the intellect reveals. Peanut butter competitors might nonetheless share fake anime feelings with one another. Disregard media and transcend your check-the-box kinda life!

After excess spirituality, I took solace in materiality. Before…I was afraid of being swept into a suboptimal situation. I accommodated its end; I never wondered: “Sci-hub’s for chubs?”

No Thunder, all lightning might lead to an upset defeat. Coach Poliwrath can turn things around for its team; it can’t change someone who is boring and religious. Could a Froakie breakfast could be just what one needs while doing feminism a solid?

To be stuck in ambivalence is to live through a pointless, gray case. To this, surely the psychologist in me rebels–does not revel? As a psychologist, I cannot rationally gamble with my emotions…nor could one afford to do so as a killer academic.

One should not be high on trauma if they are safely squared away and married. Such a situation is not futile, yet compelling; one could still net a Kingler? This post is based from real events that may or may not have happened.

A holy Dragon Rush might excite a dispassionate explorer. Looking to politics for a religious solve is ill-advised. Tonight, I took the Sunday way home…and pulled away from her for the last time.

To eschew anti-authoritarian punctuation is punkschewnation.

Life-force conservation is paramount. Life-force is not something to be “liberated”, i.e. dumped into the toilet! Still–a liberal education ought to lead one to a liberal life…

There’s a ticking clock in my head. “We aren’t to date meanly!”: this is what Oldie McOldie tells me. Yet, OneDrive should assume it’s my storage spouse?

Society is a mask, and we are all collectively its wearers. The falsely-acronymized SD (discriminative stimulus) is chill and glamorous: at least, until my friend was trounced by Trishula…. Nerds who have been fapping to Dark Magicial Girl will be hungover from life!

To an extent, I was raised by a hellraiser. No one wants to fall on a race sword! Creativity is heartening; just try not to get too stinky from the mosh pit…was there ever true need to defect against my dad?

I relented to her! Holactie, Creator of Light is just Exodia on steroids. Do rebellious behavior interventionists (BI’s) know this? In any case, since my mom’s last birthday lunch, her thirst for a magarita surely has evaporated…

Nobody wants to be–never mind eat–a dumb-cake. Instead, we should all choose a full and active life! This might be a hard moral standard (perhaps more so than the adventure of traffic can sometimes seem to call for). Through the powers of nurture, I have consumed many a modest ramen in my life.

“No more Mr. Nice Sex,” says a man of socio-libidinal reform. This man returned to LUCLA, that is “Lucy-LA” yesterday. There, he was able to surpass the dark side of us?!

Will I be a problem BI? My business intelligence was not the sharpest…but, that was different! When all is said and done, perhaps humor was the secret! As an accepted defense mechanism, it can lead one out of the pit of unhealthiness. Keeping my soul sharp is what matters, these days!

“Proof is an important principle,” my mind said to me. It could help guard one from that too American way of doing things…sometimes, even I feel the chill of the Supreme King (Haou). But I don’t tend to whilst flirting with an aesthetic!

As if any fap is really proud (in the positive, affirming sense). While detached from it, I am not fully bereft of any Amway literature. Science is relentless; are we heart-dead? We must heed free will’s mighty consequences…. I might not be slave to the wheel, after all!

Learning is part of the journey of life. Here, I have submitted once more to the appealing aesthetic of WordPress: Frizzie McFrizzle ought to understand.