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I Would Like To Be Soft And Warm. I Would Be Terrified To Be That Way. I Could Be Hurt If I Were Soft And Warm. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself. It Is Harder To Be Soft Than It Is To Be Hard. I Could Be Hurt By Something Other Than Myself.

Addicts, As A Group, Generally Score Far Above Average O Intelligence Tests. Why? You Tell Me. I Guess Maybe We're Smart Enough To Have Figured Out How Shitty Things Are And We Decide Addiction Is The Only Way To Deal With It.

I Meet A Third Man He's An Old Man He Trips In The Street He Falls And I Help Him Up, Walk Him To The Curb. He Shakes My Hand Says Keep The Faith, Young Man. I Ask Him What He Means, He Says Keep Running And Don't Let Them Catch You.

He Pulled Out Turned West And Started Driving Towards The Glow It Was Thousands Of Miles Away, He Started Driving Towards The Glow.

There Are No Categories In Contemporary Art. There Are No Rules. Artists Are Given The Freedom To Make And Create Whatever They Please And Call It Whatever They Please. I Identify With That System, Or Lack Of System, Much More Than I Do The Landscape Of Contemporary Publishing.