We use more words to fool ourselves than to lie to others.
William Faulkner wrote, "we think as we feel." Let me add, "we believe as we need."
Religion is dramamine against existential nausea.
I DON'T KNOW:
Why do paranoids grease their zippers?
Why do kleptomaniacs hate fish?
What do perverts do with jelly donuts?
Why do Lutheran ministers burp when they preach?
How does frequent sex improve one's hearing?
THE LADY'S NOT FOR BIDDING
Wherever she goes there's a silent auction.
The wise, the shrewd, the slick, the smooth--
all the "cool,"
plan, ploy, plot, and plea; weigh, wager price and prize.
The lucky know she gives it free--
to the fool.
NO SLAMS
I could kill you more quickly, and that would do less for you;
I could kiss you more quickly, and that would do more for you
than any rhyme
I could give you
in the time
you would give me.
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