The conceit of individualism was that you could have a type without even wondering if you might be a type
Language shouldn’t work A word, all words Are defined by other words Defined by still further words And on and on
God loves you more than anyone els… But if you live in denial of this Inevitably you will come to believ… You are your own biggest fan As you stalk yourself
Right up until the last revision it said Life, liberty and the hot pursuit…
When America was grouped by right… We could always meet in the middle… This was called democracy But those days are over With America divided into
Mid-life is when you realize you’re in a clown car The end of life is about accepting that of all the clowns
I was a bullshit artist until I realized a career as a bullshit scientist paid better
Gaslight, gas bright First-class I seek tonight I wish I may I wish I might Have the wishful thought
Finding the anxiety of not knowing who we are for the Other unbearable we cracked the cheat code of statu… but in predetermining
In the old country song When Mac Davis sings “Oh lord it’s hard to be humble When you’re perfect in every way” I always assumed
There is one reason And one reason alone That God won’t ever give up on yo… You are His job And God loves His job
Looking for signs of intelligent l… We imagine their supremely advance… Like somnolent caterpillars Dreaming up fabulous cocoons of th…
Heads you take the risk Tails I take the reward i.e., Out of many risks, one fortune
It was only when I shared my out of body experience that I came to understand it was nothing out of character
We all know death is coming and yet it remains a surprise ending
