There was always an urn on the man… made from terra cotta Little then did I know it was for the remains of the persona non gra…

Civilization began When the sons killed the father And substituted the name-of-the-fa… Civilization is ending Now that we’ve killed off the name…

We don’t understand our childhoods so we spend our adult lives reenacting them in the hope that an outside observer

The devil is in the details And God is in my feelings Here are the details on my feeling… I feel like The devil is just here to force th…

The most useful secret agents Are those who don’t know the secre… That they are agents of warfare

Takeoff always happens just as we are running out of runway

It’s up to us Whether we do what we know is wron… Because it feels good in the momen… But if we do The devil is always there

A poem is worth A thousand pictures A life is worth A thousand paper cuts So, if I were to

If you want a world that isn’t just a bunch of window dressing don’t have a world in which we’re all constantly being window…

When randomness blends with lawfulness you get the Loch Ness

The new day will dawn When, at last Everything is clear as day And since that fateful day Of October 7th

Not one of us Has all the answers But we all Have all the answers Because there is only

AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it

The one thing postmodernists know… is that the surest way to control… is to convince people there are no… prompting an endless chain of seco… while provoking so much anxiety

People want to get rich because they think money will make them happy People want to stay rich because they know that money