I Alone, As The Sharer Of Their

Some Events Are In The Area Of The Soul Where Words Cannot Penetrate.

Sometimes I Sits And Thinks. Other Times I Sits And Drinks, But Mostly I Just Sits.

Art Is Good When It Springs From Necessity. This Kind Of Origin Is The Guarantee Of Its Value; There Is No Other.

Each Day I Lacerated Myself Thinking On Her, But I Didn't Go Back.

I See No Greatness In My Self...i'm A Simple-minded, Child-like, Insipid Sort Of Moronic And Kind Of Akward Feeling Adolescent.