My social medi– a persona is the mime who just won’t shut up
Hook-up apps have given intimacy all the allure of an oil change
Life is a talent show where most everyone is doing bad versions of easy impressions
Marriage is the only place I’m neither feature nor bug but both
In the final battle between Good and Evil both sides were allowed but one weapon Good didn’t think twice;
How do I love me? Let me count t… I love me to the depths of my stom… and when in line in front of a lum… I’ll take the last fried rice in t… I love me to the level of Wall St…
Unsatisfied with natural consequen… human beings concocted perverse in… which is to say where once we were mere mortals now we are self-defeating
When words fail you’re getting close to the truth But we’re just about to talk ourselves into
The modernist thesis– You’ll know it when you see it The post—modernist antithesis— I can’t believe my own eyes Our current and nameless synthesis…
What do you call it when people are so bored that they start playing with fire and soon enough find themselves fighting fire with fire
Climate change is just the latest chapter in our ever-ending story
I used to stand on the moral high ground to look myself in the eye but now that I’ve plucked it out and thrown it away
You don’t really know someone until it becomes clear that you don’t really know them
Civilization is an attempt to filibuster death
As the world closed in the Pollyanna sought safety in numbers only to find herself taking a number