I like talking to you, not so much that I need to, just because I want to.
You help me give you my feelings, not that I want to, just because I like to.

What’s gone is gone, some has been lost, just much has been gained.

More communication is good because although we are autistic we don’t get stuck in an infinite loop.

Having you in the room is surprisingly ok.
Pushing through to the moon left humanity to pay.

Fuck golfers, man.

Tomatoes add a tangy flavour but on their own are filthsome.

“Go to sleep right now. Turn this phone off. I am coming. I am so upset with you right now. Go to bed. Recover. Go to bed.”

NO!