The trick is to craft a conformism so elaborate that you convince yourself it’s bespoke

If the truth were merely regarded as false it might still have found its purpose but once degraded into

I’m not scared of the explicit danger I’m afraid of the implicit threats

Paper comes from trees but when money was made of paper we all agreed that money doesn’t grow on trees

I used to believe that if no one was unwanted there would be no more Wanted post… Now I think that because we can never stop wanting

I don’t believe in myself So, I must control God I believe in God So, I can control myself

Life as we know it Is a competition for status In this competition Socialists are unequaled As are you and I

If you would remake the world In your own image Then I can only imagine You believe you’ve thought of ever…

Asked for his thoughts on God the materialist replied Nothing doing The mystic said Exactly

2/3 of the Earth Is covered by water So, most of the underground Is under water Accordingly, in dreams

We’ll never win a power struggle But that’s never stopped us trying And we always end up tying Because our fates are tied togethe…

I trusted the process It wrought processed food I’m still processing

All of our choices Come down to this: We can fear God Or we can fear death

Rock and roll may be dead but it’s got one of the great corp… like a dead horseshoe crab

I always thought it didn’t matter if human beings really had free will as long as they experienced the wo… as if they did;