Why bother keeping score when death assures that things always end in a tie Soon you’ll be able to get rid of death
There’s nothing you can say to me that I haven’t already ignored
I will gladly suffer fools for love
We call the end of sex the little… And the idea of casual sex Is as absurd as casual death
Inside the hierarchy Humiliation is both a warning That there are no individuals with… And a reminder That your place in the group is at…
We’re all like unharvested potatoe… covered in dirt thinking that means we’ve got the dirt on each other
You’re supposed to love everybody but everybody knows that’s putting all of your eggs in one ba… so everybody eggs each other on in making a western omelet
Civilization is an attempt to filibuster death
Because bodies make a fart joke of… etiquette used to dictate that whe… passed gas at, e.g., a dinner part… the polite thing to do was to pret… the fart never happened
If you would remake the world In your own image Then I can only imagine You believe you’ve thought of ever…
God is equal parts Ardor and candor But we can’t get a handle on True love
Panic in the feeds of Towson Panic in the feeds of Baltimore I sunder too, myself Could life ever obtain again The world wide feeds that load you…
They call it open heart surgery But no one says open brain surgery Because, by default Our minds are closed And the only way to change minds
Life is a trial in which the more you obey the guiltier you become Miraculously
The cogito may be airtight but its reverse– I am, therefore I think– is less certain
