The Roots Of The Word 'anarchy' Are

No. Not Even In The Face Of Armageddon. Never Compromise.

Through My Blue Fingers, Pink Grains Are Falling, Haphazard, Random, A Disorganized Stream Of Silicone That Seems Pregnant With The Possibility Of Every Conceivable Shape… But This Is Illusion. Things Have Their Shape In Time, Not Space Alone. Some Marble Blocks Have Statues Within Them, Embedded In Their Future.

All We Ever See Of Stars Are Their Old Photographs.

Artists Use Lies To Tell The Truth. Yes, I Created A Lie. But Because You Believed It, You Found Something True About Yourself.

I Suppose That The Main Drive Is To Find The Edge Of Something And Then Throw Myself Over It.