If we had our druthers We would be insufferable Instead, we suffer As if desire were a curse And not our saving grace
The moment I think It’s beneath me the solid ground collapses into a sinkhole where I remain
Poets are to their poems As parents are to their children Preparing them for the world Without knowing what they will do
My dreams are no longer about wish fulfillment but about the Amazon fulfillment center
In an earthly alternative to astro… We each get our own distinct Tree… And mine is a Pacific silver fir Another word for which is Amabilis
When it happens We can’t help but ask What is déjà vu? Since déjà vu destabilizes all of… Which boil down to
Life can seem meaningless But I’ve found that Meaning is never lifeless
Johnny Cash is going to Jackson; I have been to Jacksonville
Archaeologists have looked and loo… But what if the Earth itself is o… And our universe the flood of dark… As we inhabit story within story w… In an infinite fractal
Life has given us pumpkins ostensibly for carving and smashing but I smell an opportunity though the opportunity cost
Everything changed when Snob appeal became mass appeal Since once the internet democratiz… It only matters What you can afford to believe
We expect a fiduciary relationship with our financial advisors and all they do is help handle the money Yet we so often fail
Everyone looks out for their own f… This is normal But looking out for your own first by dehumanizing the other for looking out for their own firs…
Would that my morning toilet were a ritual and not just the muscle memory of a muscle memory
My life as ode to permission seeking was just a road to perdition strictly speaking Broadly speaking
