Look as though you are mildly interested in dating a tree.
Look as though you were not just cursing an infant.
Look as though you’ve ever slept.
Look as though your gutless attempts at intimacy do not routinely fail.
Look as though you are confidently swiveling your car’s ass into a tight parking space.
Look as though your soul is a faint wash of color applied inside a set of predetermined contours.
Look as though your birthday flan has arrived but the mariachis are down the bar, bothering Paige.
Look as though the horrors of late capitalism can be solved with meal kits and dialogue.
Look as though some form of bliss is still on the menu.
Look as though you just won a free vacuum!
Look as though that wafting fragrance is not sewage, but pizza.