I grew up listening to Barbara St… You don’t bring me flowers anymore and determined I’d never make that… Ten years into marriage my wife sa… Don’t bring me flowers anymore
Two roads diverged the one to the left leading up the garden path the one to the right leading down the garden path
Having given up On heaven No one Recognizes hell
The epic poem for this epoch will have to say the most with the least
Social media came for our teenage… and unable to organize their inner… they turned their aggression inwar… Now AI is coming for our teenage… and unable to impact the external…
Your mind Is playing a trick on you And you are the trick But since all healing Is a form of getting over yourself
AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it
The best a mystic can say is that while none of us are one of a kind we’re all kind of a one
You can watch my disappearing act as long as you’ve turned your back on the light allowing you to see a mere shadow of myself
Starting gun to my head I’ll finish what you started And run the race By running in place
Life was once a high-wire act without a net Now it’s tennis without a net
Almost every student prefers and l… But will almost always take the vi… Because those classes are always e…
Each question on the purity test concludes with the following promp… Which two answers are correct? And you always have the same four choices:
The New Revised Standard Version… A frenemy of yours is a frenemy of… whereas the New King James Versi… The frenemy of my frenemy is my fr…
You don’t really know someone until it becomes clear that you don’t really know them
