It’s not the end of the world. But at least it’s a start.
Danke for calling Germany.
To order beer, press 1.
To order weapons, press 2.
To order philosophy, press 1 until it resembles a 2.
A friend’s father had been using LOL to mean lots of love. This explained such messages as “Your grandmother’s in the hospital. LOL.”
The power of art = theory.
The power of power = praxis.
The the of the = philosophy.
My God: dead.
My world: disenchanted.
My invitation on LinkedIn: declined.
Europe. Made in Germany.
Eggs. Dyed for our sins.
Another beautiful day to waste the utopian potential of social media on social media.
New York: The city that never sleeps.
Berlin: The city that never sleeps until Sunday.
Paris: The city that never sleeps alone.
A little poetry never killed anybody. But haiku keeps trying.