Sometimes, sleep forsakes me and calming myself in obvious denial only arouses more suspicion if aspies get sleep deprived when acting through their self conscious.
Coaxing happiness is like beckoning stardust on an orient express train, but should I be immune to NASA's space shuttle one day, maybe I'll make Mars! I want to meet Earths new cousin too.
I perhaps think, that a sub as in 20,000 leagues under the sea is apt enough but sea sickness would be hard cussed if I spotted Titanic arising from its shadowy depths.
There was an Ariel user here once, maybe some tips about how to stay afloat would conquer all that.
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"My answer lies in the eighth wonder and not The Theory of Absolutely Everything"
"Women are made to be loved, not understood."