Going home had come to feel like dining in a restaurant where the food is celebrated but the customers merely tolerated

The truth staring us in the face Is always our own reflection– Seeing ourselves backwards Providing just enough distance For us to acknowledge the truth

If you want to know what the quarantine was like for me walk a mile in my new leather sweatpants

In the real world there is no plot to speak of but plot devices everywhere

Materialism is no way out of Cartesian dualism It just turns backwards– I am, therefore I think– in an infinite regress

We are hard wired for cooperation to better compete Marxism fails because it enacts a competition

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

I used to think the way it works i… if it’s true then you believe it Later, I thought if you believe it

Over the course of life I’ve never managed to finish anyth… but for always completing my course of antibiotics

Our civilization is like an egg– It can withstand enormous pressure at the top (for the obvious reasons) and bottom

If you pull my heartstring I’ll say one of eleven pre-recorded phrases but you can only hear the ones in the first four dimensions

I put out a comedy album Side A was called Wins Side B was called Losses Only one side was funny

At first we thought This changes everything We weren’t exactly wrong But, of course Everything is highly adaptable

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…

It’s not a real collection Unless It’s unsatisfying It’s not real money Until