When I Was Four Years Old, My

I Think Of John Every Day. I Do Try To Block It, But December 8th Is Not The Only Day I Think Of Him.

When I'm Inspired, I Jot Things Down And Put Them In A Pile.

Art For Me Is Like Breathing.

Confusion Has Become A State Of Mind, More Of Less; We're Trained To Be Confused. Quite Simply, The People In Power Are Keeping Us Down, Keeping Us Docile And Keeping Us Consuming With This Confusion. It's A Cultural Confusion And It Is Deliberate.

Many Incredible Artists Die Before They Were Famous.