Hey mister, that Deep Blue is some deep shit I know, that’s why we’re
A poem is like a dream In that it shows us the truth Without telling it Because, truth be told There’s no telling
Unlike the erstwhile folks in acco… AI has a balance sheet for taste and determined that after their recent depreciation all jokes are in poor taste
As the public version of one’s pri… social media is the recurring drea… of showing up at work without any… come true
Scarcity isn’t a lack of abundance– it results from overabundance which enables hoarding
All consciousness is false consciousness but some consciousnesses are easier to fake
AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it
I’ve started blind copying my wife on emails to myself
To paraphrase Hitchcock a marriage is only as good as its villain
I don’t get mad I get odd
You can’t prove that God exists But even if you could People would just say Correlation does not imply causati…
All of the lakes are great But one of the lakes is superior
It wasn’t until I earned my MBA that I understood the second comin… as an incredible opportunity for r… e.g, think about the implications… Jesus updated from sandals to toe…
I was happily feeding at the trough when I noticed it had been filled with finger food
When you come in peace I fall to pieces And then collect myself For the gathering storm