The sign used to say: Gentlemen may remove their hats All others must Now it reads: Ladies and gentlemen may wear thei…
I used to believe that if no one was unwanted there would be no more Wanted post… Now I think that because we can never stop wanting
Gracious me! Now that college Has become a finishing school There are no starter homes
You can only tell that People are truly free If they work harder than everyone… Which they do because All of their work
When I filter my selfie it becomes a safie
I went to bed after a gabfest and had a bad dream that I woke up on, nay in, silent retreat
We treat life as if Postponing the inevitable When we should be busy Preparing for the inestimable
All consciousness is false consciousness but some consciousnesses are easier to fake
I’ve long since stopped working on myself but I work overtime on my curated self
Like a real life Picture of Dorian Gray my hair stays full even as my act wears thin
All the advanced metrics say that A bird in the hand Is worth two in the bush But the burning bush advances the… That we are consumed by jealously…
When they drew a winner It looked like we’d won By the luck of the draw But we came by our good fortune The honest way:
There’s nothing you can say to me that I haven’t already ignored
For the longest time we were convinced there’s something they’re not tell… But now that they’ve finally told… we can’t stop asking
Mysticism, esoteric knowledge, these are euphemisms for what’s hiding in plain sight: We are not alone