To Trap One's Self-suffering Is To Risk

I Never Knew I Was A Surrealist Till Andre Breton Came To Mexico And Told Me I Was.

To Feel The Anguish Of Waiting For The Next Moment And Of Taking Part In The Complex Current (of Affairs) Not Knowing That We Are Headed Toward Ourselves, Through Millions Of Stone Beings - Of Bird Beings - Of Star Beings - Of Microbe Beings - Of Fountain Beings Toward Ourselves.

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

I Paint Flowers So They Will Not Die.

Everyone's Opinions About Things Change Over Time. Nothing Is Constant. Everything Changes. And To Hold Onto Some Dogged Idea Forever Is A Little Rigid And Maybe Naive.