I may have a way with words but the metaverse is fast doing away with words
The biggest reason I ever did any… Was always my ego Even as a part of me insisted There must be something bigger That part, the heart
We hit it off: she’d declawed her cats and I’d plucked my cacti’s needles
John F. Kennedy’s hair was so lus… for the most part men never wore hats again At first we must have looked oddly like tub…
We think nothing’s shocking since we’ve seen it all when really it’s because we’re blind to the obvious
The good Hurts so good The bad Hurts so bad And the ugly
I put out a comedy album Side A was called Wins Side B was called Losses Only one side was funny
All forms of certainty are mutations of knowing that you must die which is why the true believer is always the most likely
In spacetime, the fourth dimension… Enabled the fourth estate to Document all the comings and going… But technology has made everything… So, those days are long gone
They couldn’t have been more obvio… in their preparations for the surp… trusting that I was the type loathe to ruin my own surprise
The trick is to craft a conformism so elaborate that you convince yourself it’s bespoke
In our western culture you shan’t take pride in the power you’ve cultivated over the Other so you have to convince yourself
A la recherche du temps perdu has been variously translated as A Remembrance of Things Past and In Search of Lost Time
Hell is other people Purgatory is other people’s money Heaven is money
When I got to the front of the self-checkout line I assumed there’d be a mirror but to my surprise and delight it was even better than I’d hoped