If I were going to rephrase the O… I’d say I believe in God because There’s no better explanation And if I were going to re-explain…

It’s not that we are past The point of no return But that we the people Have invested our life savings In scorn for our neighbor

I thought they’d finally say Mea culpa But they still just said Me

We used to be able to talk to each… About the world Because we could always say Present company excluded But now that every screen

When I was a child The most authoritarian teacher Exerted her control through Silent lunch Yesterday, in the cafeteria

Blood is thicker than water Unless it’s blood From a turnip

Originally it was about Michael Bike and called Bike Rider

You have a real life if there are no easy solutions You have a real problem if there are no easy solutions but there is an easy way out

Being human beings Pacifists are just as obsessed With wielding power As everybody else And just as pathological as those

It takes talent to write a hit pie… but anyone can write a puff piece that in thirty years will read as a hit piece

The three day seminar culminated with walking across smooth sea glass and still cutting our feet

In a Hegelian reversal, I couldn’t com– plain but it would help

God is equal parts Ardor and candor But we can’t get a handle on True love

If we had our druthers We would be insufferable Instead, we suffer As if desire were a curse And not our saving grace

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