A la recherche du temps perdu has been variously translated as A Remembrance of Things Past and In Search of Lost Time

There is no mind There is no body There is thinking and there is fee… And I know all too well How you feel

You can tell that the far right Borg and the far left Borg are one Borg because Donald Trump

When I filter my selfie it becomes a safie

Note that the male tes– tes are exactly the size of small potatoes

Mid-life is when you realize you’re in a clown car The end of life is about accepting that of all the clowns

Scarcity isn’t a lack of abundance– it results from overabundance which enables hoarding

A rational actor knows a thing or… First, he knows that by definition a solution solves a problem Second, he knows that

In five big boardrooms on Earth There soon came to be a great mirt… At the growth in net worth That fed on a dearth In all of the people’s self-worth

At the end of The Sorcerer’s App… as chaos reaches a crescendo the sorcerer appears just in time and sets things back in order Apprenticed to no one,

I will gladly suffer fools for love

Guilty, I’d pled when left for dead for what I had said but as the undead squeezed my bonehead

The opposite of a gun to my head Is a claim on my heart And, claim on my heart I’d say The truth will get you

My dad was a very religious man He always told me You’ve made your bed now you’ve got to not eat in it

I may not be deep but I compensate for it by getting deep into the weeds