Our elites believe That the key to holding their grip… In the face of domestic opposition… Wringing their necks While in the face of external thre…

You’ve made Your waterbed Now steep in it

In the face of loss I staved off loss of control by gainsaying a loss for words

My wife– All 5 feet of her– Busted me out of prison So that I could get back To a life of time

Heads you take the risk Tails I take the reward i.e., Out of many risks, one fortune

It’s only once You’ve submitted to God’s will That God will say Surprise Me

Life is short because God knows to leave us wanting more

You can’t be free of self-consciousness so you have to be free with self-consciousness; we call this condition

You can’t make art worth dying for with what art is worth paying for

Who is my trainer? God Who is my sparring partner? God Who is my cornerman?

My soul is the sole part of me My body makes me one of us My mind is made up Of body and soul– So, just like you, I am

Mysticism, esoteric knowledge, these are euphemisms for what’s hiding in plain sight: We are not alone

We’re all like unharvested potatoe… covered in dirt thinking that means we’ve got the dirt on each other

Words get in the way and a picture is worth a thousand words

All of the lakes are great But one of the lakes is superior