I am the dark side of the moon. My movements go unnoticed. My mind is bathed in shadow. My voice complains to the cosmos. On Earth I am thought mute.
I am neither friend or companion. My presence comforts no one. My creed is iceberg cold. My words sour the milk of human kindness. Take a sip at your own peril.
I am a cure worse than the disease. My lips murmur no prayers. My arms offer no shelter from the storm. My eyes water for no one. These tear ducts dried up long ago.
I am the original odd man out. My wickedness posing as logical thought. My longing captured in couplets. My dreams clog ancient arteries. And speak only of oblivion.
I am the anti-everything. My footsteps disappear in the sand. My touch is a dead man's embrace. My wisdoms are foolish rhymes. I am the dark side of the moon. . .
The natural end to all human life is despair. Make yourself as comfortable as possible and try not to think about any of it too deeply.
When a belief no longer serves a useful purpose it's time to believe otherwise. The assumptions upon which we perpetually act must be logical and life-sustaining. Otherwise, an arsenal of sophisticated psychological weaponry is being used only to shoot ourselves in the foot.
Don't kid yourself. Everyone dies. And not with the sweet smell of success in one's nostrils. Failure is a major part of life.
The largest life is still microscopic.
Words can make anything seem important, no matter its inherent triviality.
"Make America white -- ah, I mean, great -- again!"
Boredom is the key to trouble's door. What is done for amusement's sake can sometimes ruin lives.
Everyone is taller on the moon.
I am a fool in April and in every other month.
Addressing the facts -- all of the facts -- is the first step in finding a solution to any problem.
Most jobs require qualifications. The presidency only requires the assent of the unqualified.
Long days ahead. No end in sight. No reward at the end of a long journey. No cookie. No pat on the back. No heaven. No hell.
The bigger the lie the bigger the liar and the bigger the eventual double down.
Saint Francis never went to the beach in search of the perfect tan.
When I lay on my back I'm sure I look like a corpse.
Intolerance and stupidity have been repackaged and re-labeled as religion. Religion is now an excuse for all behavior that would otherwise be deemed inexcusable.
How easy it is to speak for God. How easy it is to place your own words in the mouth of deity.
If the political demographics are against you, rig the electoral process. All arguments can be won by silencing your opponents.
Fair play is a spectator's virtue.
The world has changed. Not for the better, not for the worse. It is different with no rhyme or reason. There was no thought involved. No plan was created and implemented. It just became what it became.
We are all just wandering around in the dark.
Drumpf, Druzef, Dubiof, or Domneyf. A dhoicef is no choice at all.
The light isn't dying, Dylan, the light is dead and buried.
I frequently take comfort in my own negativity.
Public and private are not mutually exclusive spheres. One can clearly affect the other, both for good and for evil.
I wanted instant gratification. They told me to take a number and stand in line.
The expiration date on my milk carton of human kindness ran out a month ago.
Pro golfers have a leader board. Soft drink companies have a two liter board.
Gun violence is the gravy on the meat and potatoes of American culture.
Silence. The absence of noise or the the inability to hear.
Just do nothing. Both the best and the worst advice possible.
There is no advantage in thinking poorly of people.
Twenty years ago it was already too late.
Searching for a reason to forget.
It takes a hole in the wall to let the light in. Don't shut yourself up too too tightly. You miss much that is worth experiencing by trying too hard to protect you and yours.
Try to appeal to people's better instincts, not their worst.
Piety is almost always respected, but very rarely embraced.
Lip service costs nothing and delivers the same. Verbal praise helps no one.
Like life in general, individual lives evolve over time.
I am alone most of the time. And most of the time I like it that way. I am rehearsing for eternity.
There is nothing more pathetic than a devious dullard.
It will be one month before they become proficient at the job. Two months before they are thoroughly bored with their work. And three months before they can't stand the sight of this place or of you.
Most people are too busy with the work-a-day world to worry too much about abstractions. All art, all literature, all philosophy, all higher thought in general, is the result of leisure time.
Oh, Mr Technology, can you lend me your screwdriver?
Early morning of a middle weekday and mildly annoyed with life.
Life gets old fast. Sometimes you just need something new.
If it ain't bleeding don't apply a tourniquet.
There's difference between glad handing a customer and giving him a hand job. One is good business and one is Yuck!
The government isn't to blame if you can't get an erection.
America is a fading myth. Something that never was, but could have been, is now gone. The thing with feathers -- politically speaking -- is losing its plumage fast. The eagle is now really bald.
A leopard can't change its bullshit.
All flaws are fatal (for someone).
This frown is as near to a smile as you are going to get from me. If you're really worried about my happiness, stand on your head when you look at my picture.
Expect nothing and you will never be disappointed with what you actually get.
When two clairvoyants meet and immediately form a romantic attachment with one another its called "love at second sight."
He who doesn't care if he is liked or not is, inevitably, disliked.
There is always time to pay our respects to the dead.
Why chew when it can be swallowed whole?
Filthy minds cannot be sent to the dry cleaners.
The sublime and the ridiculous often exist in equal measures.
You are responsible for the action. The reaction is someone else's fault.
Sociopath politics.
Sooner or later you have to take the training wheels off of the bicycle.
Control is an illusion. We are all helpless in the arms of fate.
Wisdom is not born on cold writer mornings before the drive to work. Poetry doesn't suddenly appear in margins between fitful sleep and drudgery.
There is nothing more difficult to explain than the obvious.
My head turns momentarily to follow the object I'm passing and then pivots forward again.
I want to see her for the first time again. I want to introduce myself to her again. I want to talk to her after class again. I want to walk her to her car again. I want to sit next to her in film class again. I want to feel my pulse quicken when she walks into the room again. I want her to break my heart again.
Trash is a designation, not an intrinsic quality.
He who laughs last often doesn't understand the joke.
Who'd have thought that I would be the talkative one?
Life remains a mystery in more than a few ways.
All I want to do is write.
Sometimes sour grapes taste very sweet.
I'm on the "Living with Rick" diet. Eat your heart out Doctor Tarnover; because that's the only food your going to get around here.
Tea and sympathy. Beer and bull shit. Hot chocolate and clean socks. Coffee and soft words. It's all the same. Comfort for a weary soul.
"No Imagination" is just about the worst label that can be hung upon another person.
It's funny how unlike me most other people are.
Every Tom, Dick, and Harry these days is named Michael.
Jesus was a vagrant. They passed laws to deal with his kind.
"Meet me at the trysting tree." You don't hear many people say that anymore.
I'm thinking of writing a paradigm store novel. I know there's no market for it at the present time, but there might be sometime in the future.
Waste of money. Waste of time. Waste of energy. Waste of sentiment. Did it anyway. Regretted it. Waste of regret.
Life is mourning. That's all I remember of life anyway. If there was time before loss and regret I am unable to envision it. Me, with my funeral face, move from one disaster to another.
Time turns experience into a literary endeavor. What was lived is eventual read like a novel.
I like to call the Republican Presidential debates "The Tiny Penis Parade."
Selective compassion is no compassion at all.
He's a horse and buggy personality in an age of jet planes. One step behind and a dollar short would be an improvement.
Fuzziwuzzy was a bear. Fuzziwuzzy had no hair. Fuzziwuzzy died of exposure because of his physical deformity and the harsh Michigan winters when he was still a cub.
Our eyes naturally look ahead, least we trip over the future.
If you knew what kind of life was ahead of me without you, would you have cared?
Happiness is problematic. Only misery is pure. Such is life.
There is no remedy for my malaise. The time for cure has long passed. I will carry this virus until my blood runs dry.
Another year. Another trip around the Sun. All that traveling and we all just end up back from where we started from.
Life is far too short to accomplish anything of note and far too long to waste entirely. That's the problem.
I have nothing in common with anyone.
In terms of dramatic narrative, there is nothing about my life that is particularly interesting or engaging.
Donald Trump is a boil on the bum of the body politic.
The importance of celebrity evades me.
A gift from Swiss Colony says you care. You just don't care very much.
Jesus was breast fed.
People don't pass away, they die. Passing away implies that you are somewhere and then you are somewhere else. Death is not being somewhere else, is not being at all.
Just because you can't image not being does not mean that some day you will not be.
There is something wrong with the legal system when the police can murder someone and the official cause of death is listed as "died from natural causes."
Christmas week. Sugar plums are already dancing in my head. At least I think they're sugar plums. They could be some sort of large insect, I'm not sure.
Those in love with poverty do nothing to combat it. They are part of the problem of poverty, not the answer to it. Love the poor, if you like, but hate their poverty with a passion.
The poor don't need your prayers, but food, shelter, education, healthcare, and a means to all of the above. They don't need a place in Heaven, but a reason to live on Earth.
The poor are not to blame for their poverty; neither are they blessed for it. God does not love the poor for their poverty, He loves them in spite of it.
God does not love suffering for its own sake. A hair shirt is expensive to make and painful to wear, but is of no practical use to anyone, including the Almighty. Sacrificing your comfort to aid another is good and proper, sacrificing it to prove your holiness is something else entirely.
Mike Judge's latest creation. Jesus and Butthead.
Macaroni and cheese is no feast, but it's still better than a plate of dirt. That's why I vote Democrat.
For the young all problems are solvable and all truths are simple ones. Those of lengthier years know, however, that no problems are simple and all solutions are gerry-rigged approximations of truth only.
