The crowd loves jack; the pack loves verbosmack.
As flies feast on decay so weakness suppers on braggadocio.
Puffed fluffs; fluffed puffs.
Windbags sail all fine ships toward themselves.
Verbal lather; rabble slather.
Nations rise on cannonade; they fall on gasconade.
Master the art of bragging; become President.
Everyone brags; some use words.
Modesty brags, using silence.
The swagger, the bragger, the lift, the dagger.
All brags will one day sag, all bull someday go null.
Salt it; vault it.
Preserve the best; toss the rest.
Experience is a vault, memory a salt.
The image we retain, bright gold in quartz’s grain.
Endings simplify; death completely declutters.
The mind mothballs our tattered memory halls.
Tie down all good; secure all virtue; launch into the storm.
Heal a body, it sickens again; mature a soul, it lasts forever.
Feed the ever-voyaging spirit; leave the body at the shore.
Assiduously harbor your successes; gently release your failures.
Let go the weak off-tempo beep; dance to psyche’s persistent suite.
If there are no doors go through the walls.
Every wall is a door.
Opportunity knocks on closed doors; importunity kicks them down.
Time flutters at every window; space floats in every doorway.
Every exit is an entrance.
Live well; paint doors; hang art.
At every door we abandon something.
The future is the door we haven’t yet opened.
Behind the door, all families war.
The wall, the floor, the door, the more.
The second human required the first lawsuit.
Succeed, then hire lawyers.
The best bargains are found just outside the worst courts.
Abort, abort — the judge doth snort.
All creativity ends in a lawsuit.
The law created the suit.
The suit gets the suite.
If you go to court, you’ll buy a suit.
The one with the most lawsuits wins.
Drag it out; chalk it up.
An incident is a grocery store; a lawsuit is a shopping cart.
The loot is moot in a just lawsuit.
When we encounter insidious maladies, we fashion tortuous cures.
Cancer is a deranged emperor giving crazed orders to a rampageous army.
Cancer crosses all motes, storms all castles.
Malignant; get indignant.
Slash the mass; chem the thing.
Fiend friend, delays the end.
Chem it; damn it; hack it; slam it.
Math it; cure it.
Cancer is an excess; hope is a norm.
The clonal bout, the charnel house, the backdoor out.
Fearful to have; terrible to witness; excruciating to treat; joyful to cure.
In the end, the only magic bullet is love.
The suit gets the loot.
Out is in and inside out.
Clothes make the mood.
Dress to impress — one, not the rest.
Size does not epitomize the prize.
Classy is dressing your toes; brassy is looking straight down your nose.
Dress up; stay home; compliment yourself.
A headline can start a war; a dress can derail a civilization.
Every dress fits an occasion; every man is not one.
Dresses have power for more than an hour.
Every girl in every dress compares herself to all the rest.
Let loose, the conspicuous abstruse!
To right a wrong, go long and strong.
Monologue dog; but hog not the log.
Howl and growl with a sapient jowl!
Soliloquy suaviloquy.
Soliloquy — it’s a form of ventriloqy.
Soliloquy to school; equivoquy to fool.
Alliterate, synonybate, neologate, solilofate.
Every good soliloquy comes bearing three gifts: fine sense, bold and burr.
A good soliloquy has two arms: One carries powerful emotion, the other bears fine language.
Either/or is such a snore.
“Or’s” paddle, toward similarities.
To multiply “or” is at democracy’s core.
Either/or is a limit; it makes subtlety grimace.
“Or” is a small caliber bullet; it can destroy a family.
“Or” defines, signs, dines and whines.
First we invented demands, then we manufactured “or’s.”
“Or” loves to write — with a red pen.
Or-dom saves us from boredom.
Inclusive disjunctions make families function.
“Or” is ore — or mental gore.
In is a thin win.
To move on, move out and in.
Kin and friend, the best of in.
Left out wants let in.
Schlep it in, you’ll schlep it out.
Bin in.
Safety is best found within.
To get in, stand out.
Our need to win, hard-wired in.
Thin skin then thin within.
House your differences inside of your samenesses.
A hole drives the whole.
Holes delay; holes away.
A hole was once a sign of poverty; now it’s a sign of wealth.
War is a hole in a barrel; peace is a bung.
Wholly, Wholly, Wholly is the Lord God Almighty.
Holes vent, to an ascent.
Every hole in every psyche presents every opportunity.
A hole is a handle; a hurt is a knob.
Voids inspire visions.
An insight is a peephole; an action is a picture window.
Dash the gash.
All recruitment is ensuitment.
We recruit the poor to fight the war.
An all-volunteer force isn’t all, nor is it voluntary.
A strong dose of ideology, fatal to biology.
We best volunteer for what best volunteers for us.
Words create volunteers; trivia erases words.
Volunteers are often quite skilled, at not showing up.
Volunteer: “Here, here! Yes sir!”
Perfect your career, volunteer.
Serve with nerve, give back with verve.
First there was a gift, then there was a market.
The weight created confidence; the measure created fairness.
Stock market, pocket rocket.
Build community; shop at farmer’s markets, stop at lemonade stands.
Avoid harkening to affiliate marketing.
Every market hides a carcass.
Build unity; shop your community.
Beware the bot in your market.
We give charity; we shop verity.
We regulate what we can’t trust.
The great exchange is love, not goods and services.
Strangers heal us; friends leave us the way we are.
Get an education; sit at the feet of strangers.
Adventure out often; engage the most exotic person you see.
Strange behavior, ever our neighbor.
Most strange is most familiar.
Change is a common kind of strange.
Today’s stranger, tomorrow’s Park Ranger.
Insane is the strange we can’t reframe.
Relational friction is weirder than fiction.
The common perception that strangers are disinterested preserves the illusion of public safety.
Guilt is ground floor; shame is three levels down, low ceilings.
Shame gnaws on itself; it is devoured by love.
Shame is smack and emo-crack.
There is no shame in crying; there may be in not.
Innocence blushes, debauchery shushes.
Guilt by exam; shame by ”I am.”
Run and shun humiliation.
Shame is a dark cave, acceptance bright sky.
There is no gain in blame’s dark shame.
Shame is heart junk and soul gunk.
Ward off shame; keep your arms wrapped around yourself.
Records rot; memories clot.
Existence leaves its print; time erases it.
A foment makes a record; a format makes a document.
Documents get you in the door; records get you up a floor.
Birth creates a record; love makes a life.
A document is a glory; a record is a story
Documents and records ice; story, poem and novel dice.
Records cow; people awe.
Archives rule worlds.
Lives are best recorded by loves.
Once we had friends, now we have networks.
Networking is best achieved by not working.
Networks increase net worth.
To social network is skillful fret work.
Network to find a wife; unhook to keep her.
Beset to get the net mindset.
Social networking is a form of bragging — and nagging.
Networks promote shirking, also lurking, twerking and berserking.
To mingle web-mix, to tingle net-nix.
Hits are not friends; likes are not achievements.
Relax vigorously; rest strenuously.
Time calms all cares and soothes all calamities.
Upset; closet.
Voluntary quiescence, the soul’s convalescence.
Quietude is nurtured by gratitude.
Loiter quasi-semi-productively.
Quiescence has no voice; offended makes another choice.
Scale cessation; summit contentment.
Downtime is the slothful machine which churns out uptime.
Persistent sameness trends toward saneness.
Serenity sails softly within the quiet cove of similarity.
Nurture dreaminess; stay in a job you don’t like.
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