When the devil told me “Fuck-up is a noun And so are you” I didn’t know if he meant I’m also a fuck-up

When I run out of things to do I write an itinerary: When all else fails fill sandbags to convert

I won the day when my antagonist branded me a reactionary because, of course, I’m an overreactionary

Life is short because God knows to leave us wanting more

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

The first and most important task when you’re joining a non-hierarch… is finding out who’s really in charge The first and most important task

It’s the odd couple that isn’t always trying to even the score

They call it open heart surgery But no one says open brain surgery Because, by default Our minds are closed And the only way to change minds

The truth staring us in the face Is always our own reflection– Seeing ourselves backwards Providing just enough distance For us to acknowledge the truth

When life gives you A bottomless pit Fill it with Bottomless fries

In the new version of socialism You can own as much property as yo… You just can’t own your mistakes

The mind’s job Is to get to the heart of the matt… And then the heart opens And the matter is settled As our mind is made up:

A charmed half-life is the time taken to lower your expectations to half their original value

The pleasure of a new discovery is only exceeded by the satisfaction of making a recommendation

Whether or not God’s work Is a thankless task Is up to us