Your cynicism is hardly inspiring. Take yourself out of the situation and maybe you will see the suggestions.

Address these advertisements directly; they are simply for you after all. Interviews are not personal enough unless you are the one asking the questions.

My swirling nervous system senses this one coming and yet I can’t help taking the punch. Why do you continue to bite if you clearly see that even the scraps are gone?

A dog you are to lash like that. Your jaws in vain snap at my fleeting flesh for I have no substance to speak of anymore.

I have given my piece of mind so many times that even my wits are starting to wear. I fear myself now more than ever.

Don't trust charming thieves, love;
don't trust girls like me.
Girls like me, we leave, love;

we steal your heart and leave.

Girls like me, we know, love,
when it's time to go.
We're prettier as ghosts, love;

we flicker out, then go.

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

If an easy rain
would make the rocks slippery,
he would hold my hand.

Say you want a cat. A dog's too easy,
would wag when wag is inappropriate,
and slobber on the guests. You'll take the cat,
so different and strange, it drives you crazy,

its shiftlessness, its ins-and-outs, its chi.
You call. It does not come. Is this a pet,
this Dharma ***? You say you can't accept
its vacant gaze, its scorn, who yearned to be

at home with feral grace, with all you're not.
But you're a Body safely locked from Mind,
that Problem no Mind solves. This point's defined
for you by ****, who's not the pet you thought

but Otherness, one owned by God, or none.
Cat sleeps for hours, wants out. A job well done.