I Had The Feeling That Some Horrible

There Are No Innocent Bystanders ... What Are They Doing There In The First Place?

Visual Art And Writing Don't Exist On An Aesthetic Hierarchy That Positions One Above The Other, Because Each Is Capable Of Things The Other Can't Do At All. Sometimes One Picture Is Equal To 30 Pages Of Discourse, Just As There Are Things Images Are Completely Incapable Of Communicating.

No One Owns Life, But Anyone Who Can Pick Up A Frying Pan Owns Death.

I Am Not A Person And I Am Not An Animal. There Is Something I Am Here For Something I Must Do Before I Can Go.

That Old Feeling Is Still In My Leaking Heart.