In the west Since we can’t control time We just buy more time An approach used elsewhere With equally mixed results

Tom Brady keeps a portrait of him… that is becoming progressively more likable

You’ve always dressed to impress But it’s only since social media That you can use your appearance To exact compulsory service

It’s only once You’ve submitted to God’s will That God will say Surprise Me

Every night when I go to sleep my dreams fulfill my dearest wishe… so that I can make it through anot… But the metaverse is a dreamscape where your avatar is only allowed…

The love was exactly as strong as… So, if I could keep the peace I could keep the love Somehow, someway, I found peace And to them this meant war

You both cause and cure real self-… by performing fake self-loathing for an online audience The cure takes when you’ve no authentic self left

The sloth’s plangent gaze confirms what we already know: The eighth deadly sin is haste

7 in 10 Americans believe in heave… while only 6 in 10 believe in hell which is why the house always wins

You wanted them all to yourself because they didn’t want anything to do with you and this is the sound of

I thought I’d flown the co-op by living off the grid And yet I’m still a chicken only now I’m on the skids So I’ve up and joined a commune

Your life, like everyone else’s will eventually accept death’s pro… and maybe it’s because from the moment you were born death has been saying yes to life

Panic in the feeds of Towson Panic in the feeds of Baltimore I sunder too, myself Could life ever obtain again The world wide feeds that load you…

In contemporary materialism the miracle of consciousness is filtered through zeros and ones making One a number of things with zero chance of going right

All the real archetypes are from the circus and I thought I was a clown until I found myself shot from a cannon