The modernist thesis– You’ll know it when you see it The post—modernist antithesis— I can’t believe my own eyes Our current and nameless synthesis…

Nero fiddles while Rome burns? Fiddle-de-dee! Nero riddles but Rome never learn…

I thought I could keep the family… until I realized I was the family… So, all the time I was afraid of… the family’s dirty laundry I was already wearing

I always hoped My life would be Fortuitous So, I lived in fear Now I pray

The biggest reason I ever did any… Was always my ego Even as a part of me insisted There must be something bigger That part, the heart

When I ask What’s wrong? It’s always short for What’s wrong with me?

Pressure is wanting it for someone else Passion is wanting it

Why would they still offer A penny for our thoughts When they can buy in bulk

Before you know it The next big thing Is already The next best thing I suppose there’s worse things tha…

Whenever it looks like the Jews have finally been accepted by their host culture you can be sure that trouble for the Jews

Just because they’re coming to get you doesn’t mean you’re not paranoid

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

I can demand control Of my fear Or I can accept That I am not in control And be not afraid

It has taken countless scholars decades of toil to translate Plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose