I was a teenage tri-psychal

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I’m a literary philosophical psychologist—a psychaliterary philosopher, a philopsychal literary writer.

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tale

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Romanticism returns in us like anewing youth that never left belonging to one’s sensibility.

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haunted entertaining

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Can a truly postmodern mind mate with its time?

Seriously, we quite playfully sought a communicative intimacy that cannot last apart from letters.

Joyous, beautiful life dies with those who live it, save for our tangible designs.

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new year

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I got my agenda together for coming months. It might have happened sooner, had I not gone to a party last night.

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for a deeper prattle

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There at “life world.”

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Why did you fill your pockets with stones and walk into the river?

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need, want, desire

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You were talking annoyingly about “neediness” a few days ago, which got me thinking more about need vs. desire, as I’ve been assuming I’d focus on desire for the “living fruitfully” part of the “conceptuality…” project, but I haven’t dwelled in writing with my presumed sense of difference between need and desire. So, I’ve done that today.

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