A Jumble of My Old Facebook Posts…

Showed up in my Facebook memories today…

The Amish are actually the architects of the matrix in which we all live, for who would look there for the source?

An updated version of Moby Dick called Moby Duck and the odd tattooed fellow would be called Quequack. Am I right?

Do you suppose that each time your soul returns, it is coated in another layer of armor to protect it from corruption, or do you suppose the most layers of protection are given to the new souls who need it the most, and peeled away life after life as we grow to be able to handle more on our own?

I know you’re frustrated, but we’re all part of the great wheel of society, and you’re an important spoke! If even one spoke doesn’t do its job, the wheel can break, and the whole wagon of humanity can come crashing down in disorder and chaos: no progress, no forward motion, nothing left but heap of shattered dreams. — Thought this might be a good monolog for me to use in a movie script someday. Kind of like, Warren Beatty’s speech to “Howard Beale” in Network…

The “Owzers” are a race of small invisible creatures that cause children to bump their knees, skin their elbows and stub their toes. When they succeed, they giggle hysterically at a pitch so high no human can hear them. — Beginning to a children’s book I hope I never write…

Everybody’s talking about the presidential debate but nobody’s doing anything about it.