or, The World Is a Hypertext
My mid-life crisis is the fear that my tombstone epit… Like chicken, he went with everyth…
I know the world is round from experience: I ran from the truth for so long that I ran smack into it
AI is a genie in a bottle that can only grant one wish: the wish for
Starting gun to my head I’ll finish what you started And run the race By running in place
Johnny Cash is going to Jackson; I have been to Jacksonville
When at last my colleagues convinced me to go out after work and I’d relaxed enough to drop my… everyone could finally see my helm…
The two-week lockdown To bend the curve Turned into a year-and-a-half That bent our minds When
Of what value Would be my love If I could not Give my life for it Our (patent) pending immortality,…
Everyone has a shoe size and a city size– I wear an 11 and a half and a 600,000
I was thinking of a logo for my personal brand and I came up with a lightning bug in a glass jar
It’s when all the signs say Everything must go
The world is a cast of characters Social media is a caste of caricatures
No one loves a woman like her man and no one loves capitalism like its Marxists In each case
You’re not allowed to copy from your neighbor because you’re supposed to copy from your teacher
In the contest for your soul The devil has to play by God’s ru… You can’t ever get what you want Because you always become what you…