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
Those who can do talk shows Those who can’t teach others to show, don’t tell
I’d always said Que sera, sera expecting the last guffaw Instead it’s a last hurrah before one or the other coups d’et…
I went to bed after a gabfest and had a bad dream that I woke up on, nay in, silent retreat
The fog is so thick now We’re buried up to our necks in it Our bodies out of sight And out of mind Making the ground beneath our feet
God took the risk and made human beings to add meaning to His creation God gambled everything because this could mean anything
Finding the anxiety of not knowing who we are for the Other unbearable we cracked the cheat code of statu… but in predetermining
Life used to be hard And that’s how we liked it So much that we used to say Hurry up and wait In the understanding that
To paraphrase Hitchcock a marriage is only as good as its villain
This is the stage in history where we all give constructive cri… to the demolition crew
As AI gets smarter and smarter we’ll grow cuter and cuter until like a pug who struggles to breath… we’re too cute for our own good
The unconscious is to repression as The algorithms are to redaction
Because I was both my private and public self I was neither and my trail went cold from there But now that there are neither
The three day seminar culminated with walking across smooth sea glass and still cutting our feet
She was so cool that even her periods were fashionably late