What looks like the wreckage of my life is just my crumple zone doing its job

Apocalypse now in the eternal now

I trusted the process It wrought processed food I’m still processing

When they told me I was one of many I took them to mean I was the one

Everybody knows the unwritten rule… Everybody thinks they know the unw… Nobody knows when the unwritten pu…

The distorting effects of social m… have left us warped But we’ve made the best of it seeking our daily pleasure in deciding what

Language shouldn’t work A word, all words Are defined by other words Defined by still further words And on and on

My life as ode to permission seeking was just a road to perdition strictly speaking Broadly speaking

The truth is true Is a tautology The truth is untried and true Is an etiology

Life is a talent show where most everyone is doing bad versions of easy impressions

I believe in a future in which man perfects the art of expressing his discontent in bushes that look like clouds

In real life we used to say I’ll see your talk and raise you action but that was just too risky Preferring no stakes

Everybody impersonates who they used to be but only some are impostors

My matchmaker couldn’t find me any… but she suggested I go to the bing… and focus on the woman who played the most cards per game

Seeing as I’m just the messenger It would be easier to tell you Than to show you Because words are all I’ve got But since, if I told you