A Haiku
The unconscious is to repression as The algorithms are to redaction
100% of success is showing up on time
When America was grouped by right… We could always meet in the middle… This was called democracy But those days are over With America divided into
Saying Get out of your comfort zone to an American is like telling a turtle to get out of its shell
God already knows Where this is all going But it’s up to all of us How we get there
My grandfather built his house With his own hands And yet later in life Cut off half his thumb with a chai… If Alanis Morissette is right
It’s the odd couple that isn’t always trying to even the score
Civilization is an attempt to filibuster death
You can’t make art worth dying for with what art is worth paying for
All sense of control is an illusio… except for the control you feel in letting go of your need for contro… handing it over to God or to other people
Looking back on college it’s unclear if I was a party animal party mineral or party vegetable
The digital clone born of your onl… Isn’t you, exactly But that leaves open the question… Who is the real you? This can be resolved by answering…
Life is either A whole lotta nothing Or a whole lotta love Nothing could be easier than love Then again
Yes, we have no bananas but we still need you to play second banana
I’ll never forget when a guy standing in his front yard confronted me about looking into parked car windows mistaking me for a car thief