Our first category mistake was believing that the Real has me… when the Real is absolutely meanin… only the Symbolic has any meaning This evolved into our second categ…

Marxism is a sadism with a simple formula: My happiness becomes real the moment yours is dematerialized

If things feel prearranged it’s because you’ve already rearranged

And just like that the safety of ironic distance gave way to the false intimacy of over-proximi…

Inevitably my spirit vegetable was rutabaga

God gave us all of creation In which to luxuriate Together Instead We chose to deconstruct

You can either learn to ride a bik… with no hands in order to show off or to free your hands for another task

We’d all been taught As the temps got hot That all was for naught And that was our lot So, we’d cashed out and bought

The moment I think It’s beneath me the solid ground collapses into a sinkhole where I remain

Counterintuitively AI’s two primary tasks– No one will ever get bored And Nothing will ever happen–

I always liked making people laugh until my undergraduates told me that it was an abuse of power asym…

I always wondered if mimes were a type of clown until having my mind blown by the insight that

Beauty is in the eye of the stockholder

To be an apparatchik In our collective dissolution of… It matters not Which side you take Just as long as you remain

The narcissist is a two—sided coin… Heads, I need you Tails, I hate you– and the more you meet a narcissist… the more they will hate you