When you realize you learn the same way (you’ll notice I never raised my voice and the worst I called him was a little shit (and that may have been motheringly engrained in a Black Saab convertible on the way home from Choi Kwan Do the day I blocked a slap headed for my left thigh with my wrist))

When the trick is convincing the Kota that no clipping has occurred… you were helping him bite his nails.

The trick is spotting the fleeting photo negative picturing you as perspected by this so-called 😈’s advocate, having it developed, acknowledging that the photo you’re holding is not the one you want in the frame for display, and realizing it doesn’t have to be.

#HowDoYouLikeThemApples

Update: nobody likes them apples

Bee tee dubs, the emotions are never the faulty bit of the equation.

Sometimes all it takes to stay afloat is more air in your lungs.

If he’s the 😈’s advocate then the 😈’s gettin’ 𓀐𓂸 by MSM. He shows up for every conversation and primary thought streams ain’t always clean. I’m comfortable calling it 50/50. Some of y’all probably comfortable calling it Yin and Yang so maybe y’all can figure the masculinity and pecking order.

The remains of a day are always what you make it.

When you wonder how to describe to the un-hermited around you that the slow, jerky performance is temporary and expected. F$&k, I can’t imagine the big O value for the number of processes suddenly launching or restarting all at once when one reboots their bridge code for interfacing society.

Iiiiiffff youu enjoy… coming up with abstract concepts and then puzzling them into something concrete for consumption by those members of the general public whose interest you’ve caught… but who know that they’ve only scratched surface… yyyou might be a dual-brain.

Update: holds even when the general public is imaginary.

And everyone always so concerned about whether I was sitting properly, pfft! Just how much have y’all been missing all my life?

I suppose the blood pressure machine error throws ‘cause fight or flight’d been stopping it reaching my toes.

Gaining the ability to fix mistakes requires a healthy tolerance for making them.

And just look at how excited they got y’all over AI taking the reigns of our social machinery.

When you stick a good mood and a bad mood together in a room.

More fun with un-transcribable audio, voice memo catching Sports Center:

They kind of walked hollow with this they went bad. They just get more bad dicksled out of the band and really good game on in the commanders

BPMEF beeches! Pass that 🐂 💩 through your lungs and out your fingertips. Ooh, maybe I’ll try sending it out my toes, too.

Worldview rigidity is watching ten things go by that totally contradict your point and jumping to your feet when an eleventh thing shows up, saying nothing definitive, to exclaim, “see I fuckin’ told you so!”

When you’re constantly waiting at the bottom trying to line them up with the safety tarp but they choose to jump away from where you’re standing and eat pavement every time.

It’s tough to get the help you need when it is always someone else that needs it.

Even a broken person is right twice a day (once in Europe).

Watch you aren’t processing like you’re doing so with all the information.

When you lookup the weight of the 65 inch TV you carried up four flights alone and it turned out to be 105.82 pounds of f$&king awkward.

You know, the dog hasn’t licked my face in a while.

Oh, the alarm. A full facial assault. Itchy cheek, itchy brow… I mean… the itch footprint now. It could be hair. Cat hair everywhere. Well, anywhere cat hair might blow from one’s nose. But I’m all outta f$&ks and all done scratchin’ bros.

Now it feels there’s a hair, a hair somewhere up there. A cat hair I suppose, from my lips the wind blows ‘cause I said what I said and ain’t scratchin’ my nose.