Your eyes are your tools For processing light But don’t trust the process– Trust the light

Our surveillance state is uniquely American in that it is of the people by the people and for the people

My matchmaker couldn’t find me any… but she suggested I go to the bing… and focus on the woman who played the most cards per game

Your life, like everyone else’s will eventually accept death’s pro… and maybe it’s because from the moment you were born death has been saying yes to life

My life as ode to permission seeking was just a road to perdition strictly speaking Broadly speaking

I know I think, Therefore I am All knowing Unless

When I was a kid we thought the end of the world was coming any minute via The Button Instead it came a little later

Every ego is a God complex And like you I almost had myself convinced that I am who I am

If we insist It’s not a competition It becomes A war If we admit

It should come as no surprise when the Emperor with no clothes e… Off with their threads!

Every writer has mistaken his shotgun for a rifle– He may hit where he aims but he will also surely miss In discharging his will to power

On a scale of one to ten One being the lowest Ten being the highest Rate yourself Then imagine

In the end no one could be held accountable for the catastrophe not because there weren’t plenty of warning signs

I’m afraid, I’m afraid not I’m afraid, I’m afraid not I’m afraid, I’m afraid not I’m afraid, I’m afraid not I’m afraid