I Think That Little By Little I'll

I Want A Storm To Come And Flood Us Into A Song That No One Wrote.

Can One Invent Verbs? I Want To Tell You One: I Sky You, So My Wings Extend So Large To Love You Without Measure.

Feet, What Do I Need You For When I Have Wings To Fly?

Painting Completed My Life.

People In General Are Scared To Death Of The War And All The Exhibitions Have Been A Failure, Because The Rich Bitches Don't Want To Buy Anything.