It’s not that I’ve often taken leave of my senses but that I can never take a hint

My boss said It’s my way or the highway so, I took the highway to hell But when God said It’s your way or the doorway

I’ve been racking my brains for the perfect response to accusations of perfectionism only to land at a conundrum: a confession of false modesty is

I’ve done the math: In regards to #1 #1a is sadly mistaken

Until now technology could be understood as an extension of the body’s will to power With AI

You can’t make art worth dying for with what art is worth paying for

I know I think, Therefore I am All knowing Unless

Much like nuclear weapons the whole point of having vacation days is never to use them

At the end of The Sorcerer’s App… as chaos reaches a crescendo the sorcerer appears just in time and sets things back in order Apprenticed to no one,

The depths of despair will be alleviated to the degree of your depths of attachment

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

I have a deep need for love but an even deeper fear of rejecti… and God is both the greatest gamble and the surest thing

The two-week lockdown To bend the curve Turned into a year-and-a-half That bent our minds When

All opinions are wrong but you can only learn from your own mistakes

You would think doing well on social media would give you strength in numbers but you only end up