Woe betide the man who accepts an apology
I wasn’t born to follow mainly because I would never go through a red light
When I was a kid people grew on me like grass Now they’re more like sod
We’re running out of time Because we’re running So walk, don’t run For though we have no time to wast… Haste still makes waste
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
Every time I screw up God says what He has to say and then He says Over and I always think
As the world closed in the Pollyanna sought safety in numbers only to find herself taking a number
Post-Enlightenment Secular Mater… Terminated in the pandemic lockdow… You could say The End of History Came after all
Each and every TikTok is a remake of the Zapruder film
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…
An overreaction used to tell you who was guilty Now it’s just another link in
Materialism is no way out of Cartesian dualism It just turns backwards– I am, therefore I think– in an infinite regress
Strange that we use Out of order for broken and for breaking the rules As if the Coke machine
Everyone makes fun of the weatherman for getting the forecast wrong as if getting it right is his real job
Failure to pay the narcissistic wa… results in a fit of rage that cannot be assuaged short of an all against all rampag…
