Cognitive dissonance is the measure of interaction these days.
Periodically representing a moment to grow. Whether that means leaving or staying to trade.
Not enough time to do this anymore. The courtesy of disposition is wearing me thin. I haven't got enough fat to chew.
Opaque and not revealing.
Transferring energy from one to another can be like sleight of hand, but the illusion can be so cunning that the performance is completely lost. Just don't be stupid and explain yourself for the sake of understanding.
Understanding is mutual. Otherwise it is incongruous with the nature of explanation.
Leaving you feeling short changed and in debt to that shit taste in your mouth.
Or that wet withdrawal of lubricated finger tips after a prostate examination.
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