Like prefers like.
The look we like the look we heist.
There’s no accounting for likes — and gripes.
We long for simple while constructing complicated.
Fickled fashion bosses function.
Liked and hated are both overrated.
Like what you get; love what you lick.
Liking subjective; loving affective.
Our parents mastermind our likes; they unwittingly create our hates.
Preferences are solipsistic; adorations verge on mystic.
The ultimate knows little intimate.
The ideal makes us kneel; the everyday lifts us back on our feet.
Adversity is the hard paddle to completeness.
Glory in the highest lowest.
To find the heel, peel off the ideal.
A supreme regime is a maniac’s dream.
Highest, lowest, bias, bogus.
Nonpareil — all is well.
We praise the superlative and betray the perturbative.
What’s noble is cardinal — or farcical.
Maturity is realizing that the world’s paramount concern is not you.
Good looks crook our necks, but smiles wreck us.
To cook and hook, just book the look.
We trip on looks and stumble into marriage.
A noble mein, a painted scene.
It takes a crook to get the look.
The surface rules the street, but depth rules the heart.
Consult the book to get the look.
Looks may deceive, but under examination they confess.
Look twice; it took the knife.
Demeanor is a picture window; bearing is the wall it’s mounted in.
Make friends with reality.
Deal effectively with reality — eat.
Reality is free; you also pay for it.
Reality has a bad reputation; it deserves it.
Realities remain in doubt — until they sprout.
Reality knows no fasteners; it abides not screws.
Reality — it’s billions of eyes wondering, and blinking.
Perception batters reality; interpretation massacres it.
Reality is the disease you first come into contact with through your family.
The happiest reality lives in a year of jubilee.
Dance carefree; do this in the face of reality.
We are all offered a free degree, a Phd in reality.
Police harsh realities using kindness.
Marriage is catchy, then it’s fetchy.
Troll what’s droll; hook what’s serious.
Befool the cruel; entrap the tool.
Contend for need; take out greed.
Catch friends; release enemies.
You can catch small, gentle things with patience — and sugar.
We catch a cold; we’re caught by old.
Those who fetch make the catch.
Pounce on happiness; secure it with gratitude.
Hook a date; book a mate.
A jiffy is iffy.
The rat race sets the pace.
Steady-slow is good mojo.
Flash or stash.
Pace brags then sags.
No time at all is still time.
We may pause, but everything else keeps moving.
Live for the tick; plan for the tock.
We split seconds, hack hours, demolish decades.
Orators galore, answers-a-snore.
We demand answers; we crave silence.
A query need be wary.
The answer you can count on is the one reality offers.
Youth loves a question; age prefers reflection.
A question, a session; an answer, a dancer.
Our question’s reflections, our own predilections.
Silence — it is the most sinister of all possible answers.
The young look for answers they can live with; the old need the questions they can die with.
Look within yourself for the important questions; leave it to others to provide the silly answers.
We all immigrate, through age and weight.
We all emigrate, from different versions of ourselves.
We migrate through time suspended within infinity.
All of us are eventually immigrants, traveling on foot from former lands of youth and immaturity.
Refugees flee violence, shrouded in silence.
Immigration has situations; nations have reputations, but compassion knows only the category human.
We naturally protect unaccompanied children, until they arrive at a foreign border.
A hardened border, a hardened heart.
Asylum, asylum needs a very safe island.
We ever migrate toward those we know; we run across borders toward those we love.
What’s thought a lot is caught not wrought.
Thoughts can be sought — or bought.
Thoughts rot, loves not.
Thoughts like bots come in crazy lots.
Thoughts fill slots; intuitions fill the spaces around them.
Ideate, activate, narrate and celebrate.
Vacuity, perspicuity, our masterly fatuity.
Reflection’s predilection is perfection; reality prefers dings, chips and cracks.
The best possible worlds germinate within rationality and sprout within orderliness.
Orderly, order be, our tidy mental forgery.
Bright schemes prosper dreams.
Older can moulder — or smolder.
Eye shine, earth shine, sun shine so fine.
Things that glow, not so so.
Throw matches — in dry piles of ideas.
We live within enjambmency with all its length and lambency.
Heat discussions, ignite ideas, conflagrate plans.
Youth’s fire blusters and blows; old’s ember flickers and glows.
Stingy is dingy; magnanimous is glamorous.
Eat flares, swallow blazes, spit infernos.
Sun’s glow, we grow.
Glow, gleam, glitter — titter.
A drop in the bucket is a universe to a tongue.
Just a drop is still some slop.
Let go of what has already dropped.
Drop the fop; chuck the cluck.
Gloom droops; cheer holds.
Drop, mop and boppity-bop.
“Doo-wop” and drop what’s not your lot.
End it with one chop; pop, lop and drop.
A tear drop, a flood of emotion.
If you drop dead then pop back.
Getting to race is an honor; getting dropped is a privilege.
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