We spend most of our waking lives alternating between procrastinatio… and delayed gratification as if by putting things off we’ve bought ourselves more time
They used to pay us A penny for our thoughts But then they realized We would pay them To think for us
Going home had come to feel like dining in a restaurant where the food is celebrated but the customers merely tolerated
The rise in sales of cruelty-free products exactly tracks the increased rate at which its consumers visit cruelty upon
I have a different problem: there are no feelings to express my words
I thought I was Playing to the crowd When all along I was getting Played by the crowd The crowd, it turns out
Nature codes us for the road Man decodes and lo, a crossroads Where God goads
I’d always said Que sera, sera expecting the last guffaw Instead it’s a last hurrah before one or the other coups d’et…
When I was a kid people grew on me like grass Now they’re more like sod
The fog is so thick now We’re buried up to our necks in it Our bodies out of sight And out of mind Making the ground beneath our feet
Hell is other people Purgatory is other people’s money Heaven is money
I want what you want so I want a cow
Anselm’s ontological proof fails at proving the existence of God; there is no way around a leap of f… Instead, it proves that human bein… are incapable of accessing God’s m…
Because a man is only as good as h… you’ll know he means what he says when you see him do it But on social media a man is only his words
Sanity requires distance And social media is always Right at our fingertips
