The old playbook was all about helping you know the right time to go for it
My fellow Americans Where once we shared a collective… We called the will of the people That simultaneously tamed and expr… We have now regressed to the preci…
I can’t get no satisfaction except self-satisfaction and I pity the fool who would want that
The eternal flame at Al Gore’s tomb works like the light in a refriger… and only burns when you look at it
You have to believe to commit And they think we’re crazy to beli… And would commit us as inpatients If only they had the patience But their patience has worn thin
You know a hipster is aging gracef… When he comes to see that Objects in mirror Are closer than they appear
Because there is no I in lions, if a lion could talk, it couldn’t say I Which is to say, a lion can starve but never lacks,
Do I still get credit For ignoring the critics If they are just the voices in my…
It’s all over but for the shouting and this is the shouting
TaB Clear whose only selling point was its clearness was offered exclusively in aluminum cans
The baton is a scroll that says– among other things– The road goes on forever Heaven is
Home isn’t Where you go And they have to take you in No such place exists Home is
Human beings have always used the symbolic to navigate the real; until recently we did so by imagining that the symbolic is rea… whereas scientists imagine that
We all need to belong somewhere So, we formed online communities And found ourselves belonging nowh… Where once A multitude of One
The conceit of individualism was that you could have a type without even wondering if you might be a type
