When I was a baby My mother wiped my bum Social media, then, is the fountai… As I become its obedient child Every time it wipes my memory

The fog of war is not knowing what’s coming next The fog of peace is thinking you know

In hopes of finally nailing down All the right answers We converted English into math Filtering language through ones an… Making all stories into word probl…

It’s easier for capitalism to end than to imagine the end of capital…

Heads I bite my tongue Tails You cut it off

God knows In a game of hide and seek The best place to hide everything Is right in front of your nose So, you’ll never believe what I j…

When I got to the cave at the top of the mountain and asked the hermit What is the meaning of life? she said

By the time Abraham and Isaac cli… Human beings had long since evolve… Survive danger and avoid death Long enough to overcome death By reproducing and raising offspri…

Now that mindfulness is the official state religion the attention economy will be centrally planned

My corner of the internet may be infinitesimally small Not even a grain in a brick in the wall Yet still I’m a part

How do I love me? Let me count t… I love me to the depths of my stom… and when in line in front of a lum… I’ll take the last fried rice in t… I love me to the level of Wall St…

Believing that one can use social media for good is like thinking one can live in the Matrix without fueling the Machines

You cannot make people want What they do not want And wanting it on their behalf When you secretly want what they w… Is a selfish wish that your dreams…

To get into heaven they tell you that you have to answer one question correctly and that there are

The pandemic lockdowns were the pa… and penultimate nonevent because o… limits of human imagination– We could only imagine shutting everything down