There’s a groove I’ve been going… just between heroic and anti-heroi… that’s perfectly romantic But betwixt the truth-teller and the soothsayer
The world has gone to heck And heck is hell Minus the pleasure
Blathering on about the threat of the other is a means of slathering on the notion that blocks the light: If I am not what you lack
Would that my morning toilet were a ritual and not just the muscle memory of a muscle memory
We’re told the space between galaxies is expanding but mightn’t the space within galaxies
My soul is the sole part of me My body makes me one of us My mind is made up Of body and soul– So, just like you, I am
You’re only a real materialist If you demand that believers Do the impossible And then get angry When they prove you wrong
I don’t have any delusions of grandeur; I have delusions of posthumous grandeur that would retroactively nullify
One woman’s sunk cost is another woman’s sunken treasure
Afraid that everything I wanted was nothing to write home about I was left with nothing to write home about
God gave us creation and said Help yourself and so, we plundered it realizing too late that the only way
When the NSA reads my email are they ab– le to discern tone
Individual psychology is formed by… to lead the group into competition and it is only through the struggle between groups that the individual experiences
Kid, I’ve flown from one side of the galaxy to the other, I’ve seen a lot of strange stuff, but I’ve never seen anything to make me believe there’s a theory of mind controlling everythi...
You know you must die and yet you must live You can never know if you’re right and yet you must choose So it’s not