Post-pandemic life is like being a… Who comes home only to find Her parents have replaced Her obviously dead goldfish With a new one
The first half of life: Did I say that? The second half of life: I did say that The end of life:
We ask people How are you doing? because it’s the easiest way to prevent them from actually telling us how they are doing
I try to imagine what it was like for my wife when two lines meant positive and the closest I get is when
The central paradox of our broken world is known through the feeling of unsurprised disappointment Hope is the belief
It takes talent to write a hit pie… but anyone can write a puff piece that in thirty years will read as a hit piece
My astrologer credited her work wi… for the discovery of a thirteenth… Jello the Jellyfish which shares the sting of my erstw… but is distinguished by a spineles…
I don’t have any delusions of grandeur; I have delusions of posthumous grandeur that would retroactively nullify
Because man is condemned to freedo… his freedom has no exchange value Still, every man has his price since he is always free to sell his soul to the devil
Initially, as you approach hell it feels like you’re getting a warm welcome
I grew up in the Neighborhood of… where if someone already had their… it was usually based on something… Now I live in the Land of Make T… where if someone’s mind is already…
You’re supposed to love everybody but everybody knows that’s putting all of your eggs in one ba… so everybody eggs each other on in making a western omelet
I’ve wasted most of my life wondering Why do I believe in God? when I should have been asking Why does God believe in me?
When I run out of things to do I write an itinerary: When all else fails fill sandbags to convert
You seem to have caught me in a gr… But it can’t be at all my fault if As you’ll see in the hieroglyph My back is to the cliff Over which the lemmings drift