God: Do you trust me? Me: It’s not my fault!
It feels like I’m writ– ing an unauthorized au– tobiography
For the longest time we were convinced there’s something they’re not tell… But now that they’ve finally told… we can’t stop asking
It’s not that I’ve often taken leave of my senses but that I can never take a hint
Blathering on about the threat of the other is a means of slathering on the notion that blocks the light: If I am not what you lack
What do you call a wolf in sheep’s clothing who believes you are what you wear? The ruling class
I thought I was too smart for my own good But happily, I’d overestimated my… and I was just smart enough to be vaporous
Maybe We’re all Late bloomers
Our surveillance state is uniquely American in that it is of the people by the people and for the people
Scarcity isn’t a lack of abundance– it results from overabundance which enables hoarding
Free will consists of recognizing the inevitable and choosing wisely
You would think doing well on social media would give you strength in numbers but you only end up
People don’t like surprises so I tell them they’re in for a real surprise which gives them something to look…
The epic poem for this epoch will have to say the most with the least
Until now technology could be understood as an extension of the body’s will to power With AI
