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
I can know I think– See Descartes I can think I know– Ask my wife I can even think I think–
If we had our druthers We would be insufferable Instead, we suffer As if desire were a curse And not our saving grace
Like Jacob If you wrestle with the divine Through the darkest hours You will get hurt and limp away Which we call experiencing loss
Mix-up can mean three things: - A state of confusion - Conflict, fight - Mixture If you said
There was always an urn on the man… made from terra cotta Little then did I know it was for the remains of the persona non gra…
In a bit of irony the only thing that both sides can agree on is that a win-win is intolerable
God gave us all of creation In which to luxuriate Together Instead We chose to deconstruct
When we imagine the future, we say One day Because One day is the name of a day As in New Year’s Day
They let Potter get away with any… but somehow I get expelled for flo… that a wizard can’t have the same… even though zero (magic) is only half as large as double ze…
Under new management, hell now consists of friendly fire
As mysterious as the caterpillar bursting into the butterfly a lifetime of following all the ru… somehow prepared them to change all the rules
Would my dentist still want me to floss if he knew that’s how I justified not going to the dentist
If you’ve seen one mirror you’ve seen them all
People keep repeating the same mis… Until they learn their lesson But what if the lesson is that History repeats itself? If you’ve skimmed your Nietzsche
