Through All The Windows I Only See

I Do Not Know Anything About Art With A Capital A. What I Do Know About Is My Art. Because It Concerns Me. I Do Not Speak For Others. So I Do Not Speak For Things Which Profess To Speak For Others. My Art, However, Speaks For Me. It Lights My Way.

Sublime Is Something You Choke On After A Shot Of Tequila.

Who Has Never Killed An Hour?

Everyone Loves The Dream But I Kill It.

The Finest Act Of Seeing Is Necessarily Always The Act Of Not Seeing Something Else.