Poets Are Damned... But See With The

Since Art Is Merely And Ultimately Self-expressive, We Conclude That The Fullest Art, The Most Individual, Uninfluenced, Unrepressed, Uninhibited Expression Of Art Is True Expression And The True Art.

I Had A Moment Of Clarity, Saw The Feeling In The Heart Of Things, Walked Out To The Garden Crying.

I Don't Do Anything With My Life Except Romanticize And Decay With Indecision.

I Heard You Asking Questions Of Each: Who Killed The Pork Chops? What Price Bananas? Are You My Angel?

We Love To Be Hurt And We Love To Have Our Unhealing Wounds Opened And Reopened Again: We Sit Staring In The Mirror Of Art, Fascinated By Our Own Deformities.