The conceit of individualism was that you could have a type without even wondering if you might be a type
Like Coke for Coca-Cola, Mr. Pibb is short for Mr. Pibb, ABD
We are gathered around our phones Like little campfires And all we ever hear Are scary stories
When things were easy going it was easy to believe you were on the up and up But when the going got tough suddenly you were going
Who is my trainer? God Who is my sparring partner? God Who is my cornerman?
For the longest time we were convinced there’s something they’re not tell… But now that they’ve finally told… we can’t stop asking
The best way to feel in control even though all control is an illusion is to stand in a line
If you make the mistake of believi… there’s no room for error the surest way to avoid making ano… is to keep making the same mistake
Words get in the way and a picture is worth a thousand words
I know how it must sound– A two-year long two—week lockdown— But let me expound And dish the lowdown: What we fear’s a hoedown
Everyone has a gift in life and mine is knowing exactly how much I can bid in a silent auction without winning
A movement can only cohere around a shared wish and the left sticks together by collectively wishing that Jews deserve what they get
There’s only one way To win a game of chicken But there are two ways to lose And the only chance of victory Is knowing ahead of time
If it can’t be fixed but it must be fixed it stands to reason that you should keep trying the easy fix
My wife– All 5 feet of her– Busted me out of prison So that I could get back To a life of time
