All the real archetypes are from the circus and I thought I was a clown until I found myself shot from a cannon

Leave children to their own device… And they will say Let’s play Give kids devices And they’ll say

Frequently, God’s light is like sun glare, telling me to slow the heck down

We are gathered around our phones Like little campfires And all we ever hear Are scary stories

We used to worry about selling out; now we’re terrified of not buying in

When our mirror stage was over we didn’t just lose the mirror we also lost the stage In replacement we got a screen (for screening out…

At first we thought This changes everything We weren’t exactly wrong But, of course Everything is highly adaptable

In the beginning God said Let there be light A week later In the Garden of Eden

So, how did we survive? We felt God’s Presence OMG, we would have never thought…

Your search for a vein is now done in vain under the soft tyranny of wireless narcotics in whose touchless embrace

One thing I’ve learned is The good times Weren’t as good As I imagined them to be In fear of the bad times

Life is simple; the meaning of life is complicated As a man I’m a simple creature but I’ve been married long enough… that women are complicated

Generation X Marks the Spot Where a hex Is an aught But a flex

When they replaced me at work with… I was suddenly able to devote a lo… to not being the creative type

I was happy alone Because being together Meant being lonely Until you showed me That being together