Seeing as I’m just the messenger It would be easier to tell you Than to show you Because words are all I’ve got But since, if I told you

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

We all know death is coming and yet it remains a surprise ending

Asked for his thoughts on God the materialist replied Nothing doing The mystic said Exactly

Inasmuch as handling gold is always a thorny affair all gold is rose gold but black gold

Late capitalism compensated for it… by blending it into its own propri… No one can redeem the past But everyone can redeem coupons!

Power is a measure of the capacity to cope with our lack of control and in wielding our power to take control

Like generals husbands are always preparing to f… while their wives are always prepa… to fight the last just war

The hardest thing to face is that your dreams won’t come tru… unless your fears come true first

Whereas Stanford decided to make its mascot a tree my wife is a decision tree and I am her mascot even though I couldn’t get into S…

The fog of war is not knowing what’s coming next The fog of peace is thinking you know

Miss Suzie had a scapegoat The scapegoat was Hillel Miss Suzie went to heaven The scapegoat went to Hello terminator

When you can work from anywhere anywhere will do

Time is a one way road that only goes forward so that you know which direction t… but you can still go the wrong way down a one way road

It’s as thoughtless as a fling conjoined with worshiping as we all “Move fast and break thi… For in going from built to last arriving at built too fast