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Did you ever get exasperated when describing something important and it comes out as "odd vs even" or "black vs white" but here's the thing:
some things need the heads/tails explanation. Covid-driven indoor-sitting vs going outside and letting your mind find the settling point can best be labelled open your closeted mind.

So here's the dream: I fake an ID because I have an address that involves LBJ. I end up at a conference in a hotel and ride the elevators continuously, getting nowhere. Then on one of the rides, a guy says "that girl up front threw a tomato at the speaker" and the laugh woke me up.

My craptacular June is generous with its trapezius-relief equating to emotional fertilizer and the presentation plays scissor-sisters with anxiety-driven WOES, creating havoc, I tell you, with self-generated despair.

The Acropolis of how-I-cured-my-ADD looks more like a baked-good than a break-thru. The Xanadu shouts "a little more on the left" cementing the notion that feeling good is never bad against an argument pleading for satiation.

It got all hedonistic today because the feeling is all chateaubriand. No 25 and the libido is still alive.