All dressed down with nowhere to go

When people ask Business or pleasure? I want to say Life’s only pleasure Is unfinished business

In cyberspace We play Simon Says In an endless repetition of Repeat after me In the world to come

Thanks to his bifocals Ben Franklin could see that while we might look like bald… up close we’re clearly turkeys

Pacifism is the ultimate weapon For if you can prohibit your enemy From defending himself Then all that’s left Is to love him to death

I am not who I think I am I am not who you think I am And I am not even who I think you… I am who I-Am-Who-I-Am thinks I…

My handwriting analyst said my electronic signature indicates a Type A personality and that’s all she sees anymore I said

Life’s a lot easier Once you realize that All truths are hard truths

People are the opposite of baked potatoes– If you keep poking holes in their theories they will explode

There are no endings neither happy nor sad– Does this make you happy or sad? I pretend to answer the question by preferring songs that end

Materialism is no way out of Cartesian dualism It just turns backwards– I am, therefore I think– in an infinite regress

Heads you take the risk Tails I take the reward i.e., Out of many risks, one fortune

In a twist in hell there are no consequences

The only thing Bigger than my ego Is God’s plan for me

For a long time, the centrists were at the center of attention where the action was But now they find themselves at the center of a hall of mirrors