“The schizophrenic is not, as generally claimed, characterized by his loss of touch with reality but by the absolute proximity to and total instantaneousness with things, this overexposure to the transparency of the world.” Jean Baudrillard
There Is Always Room For
Faced with a forced choice The agnostic feigns ignorance For if you ask a woman to marry yo… And she says I don’t know
The prevailing mood was that of a nuclear submarine having failed to deter Armageddon
There’s always been a method to our madness Its latest name is the scientific method The madness is believing in
God gave us all of creation In which to luxuriate Together Instead We chose to deconstruct
It always comes back to Love and work– The whole point of Love of country Is found in doing the work
There was no end in sight but we put an end to that by losing our sight And all we could hear was the sound of violence
In the digital age we let our fingers do the talking
I remember saying to myself Okay, this is it the moment of truths
My wife– All 5 feet of her– Busted me out of prison So that I could get back To a life of time
No one was more surprised than the… when we cracked open his shell and… the inside covered in mirrors
I can’t say I have wants and needs; mainly I don’t want to be needy
As the world closed in the Pollyanna sought safety in numbers only to find herself taking a number
I always thought everybody was saying It’s better to be safe, then sorry
The kingdom of heaven is like two otherwise mediocre individuals making a great couple