I Love Capitalism. It Rewards

I Wonder How Colin Powell Sleeps At Night. I Would Like To Have A Word With Him Because He Lied. He Lied. He Lied To Me. He Lied To My Face Through The Camera At The U.n.

I Believe That One Defines Oneself By Reinvention.

I Believe That Contentment Or Any Sustained Period Of Joy That Doesn't Inspire Thought That Leads To Action Almost Immediately Is Useless.

If You Think About It, Every Single Species Is Endangered. Homo Sapiens At The Front Of The Line, Mosquitoes And Lawyers At The Back.

My Desires Are Foolish. The Things I Want Are Better Kept To Myself. The Hand Of Silence Is Steady. The Hard Blade Of Silence Is Clean Like Night. The Code Is Absolute. Silence Is Eternal And Patient. Silence Never Makes A Fool Of Itself Like I Have So Many Times.