Friendliness equals self sustaining positive feedback fruit loop

Friendliness equals self sustaining positive feedback fruit loop My humble apology for inducing thee to manure yourself thru figurative following poop, best flushed down the toilet of the behavioral sink why yours truly wretchedly reaches out cuz I never experienced popularity as witnessed like craze of yoyo hula hoop impossible mission to categorize one feeble hominid specimen as belonging to *****sapiens group, nor doth mine spiel attempt to dupe luck hate, or sell thee anything except the pleasure of befriending, daring ye to risk fondling me buttucks - their shiny happy cheeks, cuz that came fresh out of a shower whatever twerks for flirting maybe even an affectionate boop thankfully me schnoz just cute as a button and said nosu not outsize nor adroop. Yours truly solitudinarian by default; Nevertheless, I recognize the necessity to evince good humored nature. I evince amazingly graceful social politesse, whether non verbal acknowledgement courtesy a genuine smile or querying passerby with cheery non-threatening risky "how art thou?" Hence a poem embedded within aforementioned poem Acta non verba... speaks volumes. The above ad hoc Latin catchphrase, which means 'Deeds not Words' (concatenated with two English words), I regale chance reader immediately sets saddles ablaze title of poem with timeless adage, aptly suits this solitary older male, whose daze spent on planet Earth aimless, colorless, goalless, and objectless curriculum vitae configures a zigzag maze significant blocks of time poorly aye now appraise and rue so little forethought wrought starry eyed glaze amiss to any Amish, colonial, horse drawn observer passing by in their chaise puzzled, asper my doggone catatonic gaze indicative as if me mind lost in a foggy haze yours truly attests, concurs, he now flays chastises, fulminates, lays hard and heavy lament, albeit cloistered frivolous, lackadaisical, unproductive... ways apathetic, estranged, indifferent... ambivalent state comatose phase toward life, when at young age lacked joie de vivre evincing braise zen lee oblivious zombie behavior upon quick observation displayed craze zee demeanor synonymous with institutionalized craze zee wardens of the state, and at present realize futility to raise hullabaloo, when 20/20 hindsight shines figurative light on how appeared to laze about lost in space, within outer limits of my own twilight zone ways. Cheerio fellow cybersurfer.