Tired of my pre-contemplation phas… God sent me my wife Who Contemplated me during the honeymo… Prepared me for fatherhood

Nature codes us for the road Man decodes and lo, a crossroads Where God goads

Hey mister, that Deep Blue is some deep shit I know, that’s why we’re

In phase one we lived in order to live In phase two we talked in order to live In phase three,

Ours was the first all you can eat… to earn a coveted Michelin star and I always thought it was becaus… when you ordered the whole enchila… it came with bottomless fries

I’ve always been more interested in who wrote the book of self-love

Like the distended sleeve On the fake Gordon Gartrell Denise made for Theo A giraffe’s long neck Reveals it as

I may not be the man who has everything but I’m the man who knows what to get for the man who has everything

My dreams are no longer about wish fulfillment but about the Amazon fulfillment center

The ego is like a booster rocket That starts out incredibly massive But sheds its size As it delivers its payload– The soul–

In 2019 KLM Airlines began advertising that you should take the train instead; it felt like being asked to open up the marriage

A heart can only beat in synch with another A broken heart still beats because God keeps the time– just as He keeps us–

My wife fell right back in love with me when we came up with a rubric

Blathering on about the threat of the other is a means of slathering on the notion that blocks the light: If I am not what you lack

I went to bed after a gabfest and had a bad dream that I woke up on, nay in, silent retreat