I Am My Own Muse. I Am

At The End Of The Day, We Can Endure Much More Than We Think We Can.

My Painting Carries With It The Message Of Pain.

I Think That Little By Little I'll Be Able To Solve My Problems And Survive.

I Must Fight With All My Strength So That The Little Positive Things That My Health Allows Me To Do Might Be Pointed Toward Helping The Revolution. The Only Real Reason For Living.

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”