I was afraid of death which is to say afraid to live until I chose my hill to die on For in deciding where

Unlike Saul, when the scales fell from my eyes I learned I was a serpent, sheddi…

A fishbowl made of screen glass is a fishbowl made for one that is magically adjacent to every other fishbowl in this world we conjured where

When I listen to the blues I can’t stop thinking of advice I’d give

Here’s the deal: You have no say in any of this but that doesn’t mean you can’t still have your way if you learn to see things our way

Just as He covered 2/3 of the Ear… God made us each 2/3 water To make it obvious But not too obvious That we don’t ever die

We talk about current times But time is a current That gives us our power We hate death Seeing it as the loss of all power

Love your enemy but do continue to hate your rival factions

As AI gets smarter and smarter we’ll grow cuter and cuter until like a pug who struggles to breath… we’re too cute for our own good

I don’t have any delusions of grandeur; I have delusions of posthumous grandeur that would retroactively nullify

Everybody knows That everybody hates group project… But everybody is a group project Which is why everybody hates thems… Unless the group wisdom

The modernist thesis– You’ll know it when you see it The post—modernist antithesis— I can’t believe my own eyes Our current and nameless synthesis…

Your soul is mission control And Houston We have a problem Literally Problem is

Old habits are hard to break but impossible to make New habits, like flossing, are easy to make

In all my dreams of flying my life has come