The poems Write themselves But they don’t Type themselves
In his capstone work Freud, with pessimistic pith Said it all in his title: Civilization and Its Discontents At the risk of saying less by addi…
Am I winning If I am Beating a dead horse
Much like God created the univers… Where before there was no universe… In this universe we find patterns Where, upon first glance There are no apparent patterns, ju…
Mating For Life Saved My
What is the culture war really bei… The battlefield is littered with c… Those clues are our dead bodies That still walk And talk
For every deep dive into the data there’s a data analyst with the be…
In the latest version of doublespe… A rhetorical question Is shrouded in a question
The saying goes: We learn from the past, but we don… But the reverse is also true: If we don’t learn from the past, t… In other words
The jig is finally up When Mr. Cool Goes to shul
Facing a fate worse than death– Immortality with neither body nor… Because Nothing ventured, nothing lost– Life is worth dying for
It was easier to live the lie I w… Than to face the truth we all knew But eventually The truth blew up in my face And now it’s written all over my f…
I can’t just let go of my past I have to lose a tug of war and get third degree rope burns
How much Are you willing to sacrifice For what You cannot have
The first half of life: Did I say that? The second half of life: I did say that The end of life: