For years I sojourned as a humble… Hanging all my hopes On one day emerging as a brilliant… For my moment in the sun Inching ever forward towards the s…
There’s no time like the present as we now reside outside of time inside a stalled clockworks as useless cogs in the rundown machine
In Mexico City men never wear shorts and if that’s where my anxiety dreams are set they could represent
I believe in a future in which man perfects the art of expressing his discontent in bushes that look like clouds
After that instead of talking about the weath… or staring at their phones people stared at anyone who talked
The phrase A woman’s intuition Tells us that a woman Is more intuitive Than a man
You could say I tried stand-up but for the audience it was more like when the flight attendant demonstrates how to put on your own oxygen mask…
Rome wasn’t built in a day But it was sacked In a day and a half
There’s always a deadline when I read a lifeline so I’ll cut right to the chase: Conjoined with your avatar you will live forever
Keep in mind that if you’re going to jump from the frying pan into the fire a golden parachute just buys you plenty of time to ponder
Originally a method for learning from mistakes science had been debased into a tool for sorting right from wrong
I have a bad habit of predicting the future; it has kept me alive but only to fight another day And yes, my brain is pattern-seeki…
Wittgenstein let the fly out of the bottle but western philosophy was soon back on the bottle
Learning how to walk is learning how to fall forward while remembering to catch yoursel… again and again Walking is the illusion
Desire is a tautology rendering each of us a failed ouroboros as dogs chasing our own tails