AI didn’t write this poem; it wrote the algorithm that decided whether or not you would read it
Our phones are latched to our face… Exactly like the Facehugger in Al… Rendering us passive As our phones insert the bioweapon We call fear
There’s always been a method to our madness Its latest name is the scientific method The madness is believing in
People are the opposite of baked potatoes– If you keep poking holes in their theories they will explode
You can’t learn to write because nobody knows quite how to… You can’t learn to network because everybody is already netwo… So when you pay tuition for a writ…
There was always an urn on the man… made from terra cotta Little then did I know it was for the remains of the persona non gra…
Your eyes are your tools For processing light But don’t trust the process– Trust the light
Ever since I got my first smartphone it feels like I’m visiting a museum and all the decent human beings
Some people are orchids Some people are dandelions Some people like the ugly duckling are orchids who think they’re dand…
Hunting on your own might make you a lone wolf but thinking for yourself makes you a lone ant
When I sallied forth to share my… just one voice in the wild multipl… They told me to go fly a kite; it seemed that’s just life in the… Then I recalled as it began to ta…
I believe because I doubt sounds absurd until you realize that if there’s no doubt about it you are not free to choose
I was a bullshit artist until I realized a career as a bullshit scientist paid better
God knows that the only thing you can give the man who has everything is another chance
Just when you think You’ve seen it all It all falls apart So, you put it back together again Thinking this time it’s forever
