Alienist to My Own Hyperphenomenology VII

 Occasionally

I jut my lower lip in slowed emotion of embarrassment of my time wealth portioned to antimemory and the irony of the speculative reformatting of my designated pathology of aptitude working memory as take a wrong turn on the street and recall my double checking of home locks but I no longer stress out about double checking keys in my pocket for the jangle because that's common and worrying about is some aspirational elimination of uncertainty in a pocket it is too laugh but I'm quick to double check the locks but the antimemory process is deep and lustrous chronesthesia fin de siecle even and the working memory arm folded like a big boy pepe says "million" and i resign myself to aussie metonymy and periodically smile and won't mention to my campus justice warrior bearer because I trust the reconstruction even though I'm terrible at keeping recommended habits of walking, all those guitar playings, writing regularly and I got the relaxing pretty much down pat like heaps and self-care is nothing but attending to yourself, walking with the self and socialising with it and socialising the raft of hyperphenomological semiology and assfuck method.