Influence; then duck.

Age increases influence — until it doesn’t.

Influence has doors, no locks.

The wise wield great influence, then sit.

Mark Twain would be pleasantly surprised; naked people have increased in influence.

Influence is the affluence of our coexistence.

To concoct a non-influential behavior, cross a hippogriff with a unicorn.

Neutrality is a banality; we influence what we madly love or hate.

Wise words influence; a good model totally overruns the place.

Influence is the effluence flowing from our social congruence.

Blessed are the influential for they shall inherit the blame.

Influence doesn’t pack its own immunocompetence.

Nonsoul is nonnegotiable.

Be nonreliant noncompliant.

The world’s nonlove is never from above.

It is extremely wantable to be non-irresponsible.

Nonpositive is for a test, non-negative works when we’re depressed.

Non-yes we sometimes nonfinesse.

Non-no’s a go.

Save non’s and not’s for all the snots.

The wise thrive on the nonproverb; fools sustain themselves on what is established by common usage.

Before all is done, non’s wand is waved at everyone.

Death yawns it’s non upon the mute swan’s song.

When non has won, then non is done.

Beware the lair of unaware.

Firstly — getly it.

Hunt down reality; don’t kill it.

Stop, look — glisten.

No ones problem is insomnia; that would mean someone had woken up.

To grow aware, mostly stare.

Welcome is; beat was to death.

Pain awakens awareness; a two-by-four brings it to full consciousness.

The real trick is to pay attention — and not worry.

Seeing is nothing, telling everything.

Awareness begins with forgetting.

Two eyes tell lies, a billion wise.

Tone is the silken subtlety of our finest humanity.

The one who masters tone, masters Rome.

Tone is what is lost when too much content is found.

Tone is the royal, “Fear!” or the enthroned, “Come near.”

Every great performance contains a tone theft.

The tone of choice masters the voice.

We  wrap our victims in fine tone, just before we dine alone.

Retone, then phone home.

Tone suffers a smash in a rhetorical crash.

Waste words; treasure tone.

Tone is me re-mooding you.

One hundred and one million tones are hidden in our very bones.

Eat volcanos; drink glaciers; be you!

Nonconform; let other people tell you what to do.

Disobey; stash cash.

Ignore the memo; skip the lemo.

Trust therapists; ignore love songs.

Adore friends; eschew celebrities.

A degree at twenty-three beats a ring by any spring.

Spend less time alone; flip off your smart phone.

Action makes traction; T-shirt logos have no mojo.

The norm is slave to perfect form; the free fall any way they want.

Boast, brag, yap — we’ll nap.

I don’t have the will or goo to do just what you want me to.

Rules make us into fools; policy makes us into tools.

Give a man a signed blank check, he’ll fill in a googolplex.

Pythagoras was measured nicely even; Hypatia got cyphered even steven.

We count our way though house and home; the Ishango Bone is not alone.

Numbers lie when they get high.

Budget by the numbers; spend for the wonders.

It takes the numbers to see the blunders.

Pi is fly, but zero is the real hero.

1 and 0 make the world go.

Calculus is oh-so-so, until approaching the zero.

The numbers next door rule the numbers on the farthest shore.

Cipher 6174; it opens up a magic door.

The golden ratio is earth’s lovely portfolio.

The temple sprang from the forearm.

Insecurity laughs in the face of safety.

Wobbly is probably.

Safety lies in numbers, but insecurity lies every which way.

Insecurity will blush and fail to play its own straight flush.

You are only as insecure as your next complete triumph.

Insecurity may yet save the world from arrogance.

A compliment is an ailment to the diffident.

A trembling knee is invisible to an adoring eye.

Insecurity will never go out of fashion among those securely in power.

If anyone ever becomes completely secure, the insecure will hunt them down and kill them.

A great skill is borne out of a determined incompetence.

We star — one obscure practice after another.

Great skill requires a brutal kill.

The millionth try has the eye.

Skill is not enough; brute passion is required.

A gift will lift — and miff.

Thinking is a bluntness; skill is a mindless sharpness.

Love your children; bequeath craft.

Heft will never substitute for deft.

Trying is nothing, actually knowing how is everything.

A knock-off is a deference to an excellence.

Scorch and pound the earth; birth an Ulfberht.

Seize the day; wrestle the hour; sit on the second.

The current is has the best fizz.

To live inside the here — gawk, clap, hoot and cheer!

Hug the now; kiss the “Wow!; take a vow.

Fools drink a case of was; the wise drink up a lake of does.

There is not when is was not.

The present is not was or will, but mill and swill and drill and grill.

The present is the illusion that time is standing still.

Nothing says something like this thing.

The now is ever “Ow!” and “Wow!”

No love is good love like your love.

The present invokes the past and then cheers as death is hauled away feet first by the future.

 

Love is a risk; hate is a sure thing.

Risk not, tisk not.

Risk adverse selects reverse.

Every risky venture imagines a safe reward.

A risk is as brisk as a parting kiss.

Assess your risk, adjust your lift.

Work to the top, then duck and drop.

A honored miss will risk a formal kiss.

To eat tomorrow throw seed today.

Life is risky, death a sure thing.

Free is me distinct from thee.

The unrestrained guffaw restrains the claw.

By not caring if I please I can.

Total freedom is total disaster.

Me completely free contains both me and we.

Wise rules be cool; no rules befool.

Freedom lies in minus was and will.

Forgiveness is a fixed up form of freedom.

Free is me thrice serving thee.

Fools drool for a rule; eclectic’s hectic for electric.

It takes a pox to think outside convention’s box.

Motley shuns the oh-so-snotly.

Shall not, shall so.

Eclectic shifts its own selectric.

It takes a fop to lop the top of reason’s stop.

My mind’s not fond of pro or con.

Eclectic wins what taste offends.

All-embracing is effacing.

Eklektikos removes the dross.

Eclecticism is an open mind flying

To live, forgive.

To desire to forgive is to begin to do so.

Forgive-stance may keep its distance.

Vengeful optics are myopic-cycloptic.

What wisdom overlooks, foolsdom writes in books.

Remittance has no required forgetance.

What we pardon doesn’t harden.

Exonerate, retain some hate of bait and fate and highest rate.

Defamatory — it’s inflammatory.

To heal a grudge, first do no krudge.

God is the master of the art of forgiveness.

As long as there’s a will, there’s a fray.

Will what you want, then prepare to swerve.

The will’s a pill for Jack and Jill.

When will met will, volition stood still.

Will once; act a bunch.

To will or not to will; now there’s the real high-rolling deal.

With our wills we may reform our souls.

The will is a small rudder, the emotions a great sea.

The will’s the piano that we play all day.

Each soul runs it own bootlegging still, to craft its own strong prohibition will.

With will we mill, swill, grill and shrill, and sometimes kill.

The precious swill of the best thrill we do not will.

Demons visit every season, welcomed by our twisted reason.

A demon a day keeps reason at bay.

A demon refined waltzes with mankind.

Keep your enemies close and your demons closer.

One man screamin’ is another man’s demon.

You can’t put all your demons in one casket.

The dope you need is a demon indeed.

The demons help those who only help themselves.

Don’t let a sleeping demon lie.

Greed is the mother of all demons, pride the proud father.

Tomfoolery is our mental costume jewelry.

Class clowns know no bounds; school scholars wear tight collars.

Wise men’s speeches are never done; fools know when they have won.

The rich grow richer by abusing humanity, but fools wealth up with a sweet consanguinity.

Foolery will fink on wisdom’s wink.

Fools rush in where someone needs to tread.

A family laughing won’t be bashing.

Amuse your wife; avoid the knife.

Foolery has a sportive scent; wisery smells like malcontent.

It takes a great education to reduce a man to no opinion.

Jibber-walky, ribber-talky, hasher-basher’s docky-squacky.

Spear-din and slaughter-dew, old as old and new as new.

The battle-blade in hell was made, but earth knows how to make a plough.

Battle-grim, dragon-din, safe-world win.

Shepherds-of-evil are sword-hungry medieval.

Gold-friends have dirt ends.

Every bomb’s a melting blade, every man’s a certain fade.

Wielder-of-wonder throws rain and throws thunder.

Stone bright, stone bright, we stone our neighbors, dark with right.

The bold life won is too soon done.

The sky candle loves not the warring-vandal.

A bone-house, our sin-flecked world, brave-saved.

Sword sleep won’t keep; there’s so much more than gore and snore.

Like the wave-floater plying the whale-road, so the Wielder-of-All, safe-sloughs the storm-swashed soul.

The wise word-hoarder is the brave realm warder.

The golden torque is lots of work.

No demi-zemi in the hemi has the power of a femi.

Auto-micro-macro-psycho, demo-proto-vitro-tycho.

Ing your being, dare, be seen.

My meta ology needs no apology.

Re and un are super fun.

Va-va-voom suave-a-ka-boom.

Un if your yum to everyone.

Every -ess isn’t success.

Sub-ly super; dys-ly duper.

De-negged am I; I am psy-high.

One quasi in the bush is worth two anti’s and a shush.

To gen-a-ment de-vi-o-lent.

Death has no fort ‘gainst its own mort.

To innovate collaborate.

No one makes anything alone.

Bold rides rails of old.

Innovation’s not one bet; it’s a spicy-dicey set.

Nexi is smexi.

Post-past is pre-future.

Ruminate, germinate — then innovate with a chainsaw.

The products we gain from a large array brain make consumers go insane.

The end user is the most productive accuser.

Creative is ever destructive.

Innovation; devastation.

Ideas have feet; what they need are bad-ass boots.

The lack of  humility is a grave disability.

Humility goeth before a curtain call.

Every error gives the gift of more aware.

A bit of humility enhances civility.

Arrogance trips; humility catches.

Humility scoops up what arrogance has run over.

Scurrility, senility, step-fathers of humility.

Modesty hides what’s flaunted by pride.

To know your greatness explore your leastness.

Meekness is the finest weakness.

Servility, scurrility has no bearing on ability.

Pride thinks it’s all that; humility thinks it’s all not.

It will be a ghastly blast; the very first will come in last.