The arts say What can’t be said While agitprop tells us What can be said In a game of
One problem with civilization is that the people drawn to power are precisely those who lack it
Miss Suzie had a scapegoat The scapegoat was Hillel Miss Suzie went to heaven The scapegoat went to Hello terminator
Time tells a story and linear time is a plot device we’ve made up, call it a time machine, to advance the plot
There’s always a deadline when I read a lifeline so I’ll cut right to the chase: Conjoined with your avatar you will live forever
Note that the male tes– tes are exactly the size of small potatoes
Believing that one can use social media for good is like thinking one can live in the Matrix without fueling the Machines
A poem is like a dream In that it shows us the truth Without telling it Because, truth be told There’s no telling
To whom it may concern: Time travel is impossible
No one seems to see (least of all me) that being all you can be isn’t about clutching superiority– it’s for abjuring mediocrity
Every ego is a God complex And like you I almost had myself convinced that I am who I am
My wife is a lot like God If God weren’t perfect Like Him, she’s my toughest criti… But also my fiercest champion
You can’t quite see it but Moe also pokes Curly right in his third eye
In the analog it was enough to consider the source Now, in the digital you must consider the source code:
The new day will dawn When, at last Everything is clear as day And since that fateful day Of October 7th
