The fog is so thick now We’re buried up to our necks in it Our bodies out of sight And out of mind Making the ground beneath our feet
Life’s unhappiest surprises always come from those you’ve known forever without ever knowing the score but now you will
Both my parents were tall and I ended up a shrimp Not coincidentally, my diet has al… largely consisted of pink flamingo… though scientists insist that it’s…
Now that I’m wearing a mask I find myself telling strangers everything
The eternal flame at Al Gore’s tomb works like the light in a refriger… and only burns when you look at it
God broke in half-way through my prayer and said You’re on mute
The central paradox of our broken world is known through the feeling of unsurprised disappointment Hope is the belief
There are two types of men: Those who lie to deceive and those who by lying tell you what they really believe There is one type of woman:
AI is a genie in a bottle that can only grant one wish: the wish for
As you age getting enough exercise in futility becomes more and more a portent
I know how it must sound– A two-year long two—week lockdown— But let me expound And dish the lowdown: What we fear’s a hoedown
It’s horrifying when two parties have a suicide pact but it’s exponentially worse that the far right and far left
Over the course of life I’ve never managed to finish anyth… but for always completing my course of antibiotics
Instead of shooting bullets into t… to celebrate I raise my leaf blower towards the… On blue moons I do this from my jet ski
Time marches on and for mere mortals it marches to the beat of its own… which is how we got rhythm But the immortals found