A Folk Tale for White Folk
How do I love me? Let me count t… I love me to the depths of my stom… and when in line in front of a lum… I’ll take the last fried rice in t… I love me to the level of Wall St…
You can never be happy with what you have; on– ly with what you lack
We should all know by now That every day is a do-over But we fail to realize That this means we’re in overtime And our version of overtime
It’s always a bad idea To admit you have no idea Put another way: No idea is a bad idea You get the idea
Life’s unhappiest surprises always come from those you’ve known forever without ever knowing the score but now you will
When people ask Business or pleasure? I want to say Life’s only pleasure Is unfinished business
The only colleges left standing will be the ones that can make you look smart while you’re playing dumb
The universe is always asking By chance, do you have a creative…
Of late I always feel like I just got off one of the spinning rides at the county fair but that’s just the sensation of civilization accelerating as it
The opposite of a gun to my head Is a claim on my heart And, claim on my heart I’d say The truth will get you
We are hard wired for cooperation to better compete Marxism fails because it enacts a competition
The high strung flaneur gives free advice to the good and good advice to the free
Author your own story By questioning your own authority In order to find out What you are trying to control And if, like me
Unconditional love is unbearable so there’s always at least one unspoken rule given to its recipie… Just don’t waste it on them
The first thing I fell in love with was her out-of-office notification