We are sleeping on God And our slumber is What keeps God up at night Worried we won’t make it home Where the heart is
You can only make a difference in the face of indifference
I’ve never been good at shaving I struggle to put on deodorant wit… And I’m frequently dripping tooth… Onto that same shirt In this an many other ways
When I was a child Parents sent their kids Outside to play Now we treat children Like little adults
As long as I’m working I only feel free time slipping away The fear is that if I stopped working
Social media has made the famous so accessible that it’s like you can see the face of… but instead of dying you want to take a nap
In all my dreams of flying my life has come
The only way to avoid giving the man who has everything more of the same is to give him nothing
The prevailing mood was that of a nuclear submarine having failed to deter Armageddon
Why would they still offer A penny for our thoughts When they can buy in bulk
Most lives are lived in service to one institution or another but only very recently has this begun to feel
I can never remember street names navigating strictly by landmarks taking left turns just past abandoned doughnut shops impugning me to keep my marriage
The world is a cast of characters Social media is a caste of caricatures
When at last Our time comes Just as we realize the need To give things time It will have come to pass
Hell is other people Purgatory is other people’s money Heaven is money
