We talk about current times But time is a current That gives us our power We hate death Seeing it as the loss of all power

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

It was all systems go in my search for a new belief syst… until I realized all systems go too far

I don’t give a darn about my bland reputation

And just like that the safety of ironic distance gave way to the false intimacy of over-proximi…

When you move fast and break thing… broken things can’t move dividing us into those who can’t move and those who are unmoved

We’re told the space between galaxies is expanding but mightn’t the space within galaxies

If they cut a deal with the devil to cut you loose without ever having to cut the crap they’ll cut right to the chase and… how much it saddens them to cut ti…

But you will always get a second chance to make a false impression

We are connected therefore I think I am A nexus without a group

In the old country song When Mac Davis sings “Oh lord it’s hard to be humble When you’re perfect in every way” I always assumed

To whom it may concern: Time travel is impossible

When I was standing in the shallow end I really believed I was all in only later coming to realize

If you instill children with self-esteem before they’ve fought and won confidence you’ll make of them cowards