Post-pandemic life is like being a… Who comes home only to find Her parents have replaced Her obviously dead goldfish With a new one

In my experience If a tree falls in the forest And there is no one to hear it We all hear about it

All plants and animals die But only human life is A near-death experience Immortality, then Wil be the death of man

You can’t believe without doubt But if you only believe in doubt Then you’re doubting doubt Which is like Exhaling and exhaling

It’s no coincidence that a mirror… making all self-examination a form… in which I observe myself to remak… in my own image This only works if I believe

Where once an artist was a creator she is now a creative because a noun requires a verb and we’re meant to do nothing which pays well on the internet

We are only here for a short time So, you might ask What are we for? Believe it or not, we are for God Doubling down

All fiction Is serious fiction Because all fiction Is life and death Everything on the internet

I’ve wasted most of my life wondering Why do I believe in God? when I should have been asking Why does God believe in me?

I’ll never forget when a guy standing in his front yard confronted me about looking into parked car windows mistaking me for a car thief

War gave way Not to peace But to endless meetings

If it can’t be fixed but it must be fixed it stands to reason that you should keep trying the easy fix

Not to be outdone I cut my face off to spite my nose

Slow and steady wins the race because there isn’t any finish line

It’s come to my attention that My attention span is limited By what I want to see And like most people these days I don’t know what I want