I Think Of Me Being A Painter

Getting Used To The Studio And Everything Was Fun, We Freaked About Alot. I Was Working Very Hard Then.

I'm Disappearing, Avoiding Most Things.

I Suppose I Could've Done A Job. I Haven't Been Doing Any Work. I'm Not Really Used To Doing Quick Jobs And Then Stopping, But I'm Sure It Would Be Possible.

I Don't Think I'm Easy To Talk About. I've Got A Very Irregular Head. And I'm Not Anything That You Think I Am Anyway.

You Only Have To Read The Lines Of Scribbly Black And Everything Shines.