Since Art Is Merely And Ultimately Self-expressive,

Unholy Battered Old Thing You Were, My Sunflower O My Soul, I Loved You Then!

Nobody Saves America By Sniffing Cocaine. Jiggling Your Knees Blankeyed In The Rain, When It Snows In Your Nose You Catch Cold In Your Brain.

Everything Is Holy! Everybody's Holy! Everywhere Is Holy! Everyday Is In Eternity! Everyman's An Angel!

All These Books Are Published In Heaven.

We're Not Our Skin Of Grime, We're Not Our Dread Bleak Dusty Imageless Locomotive, We're All Beautiful Golden Sunflowers Inside, We're Blessed By Our Own Seed & Hairy Naked Accomplishment-bodies Growing Into Mad Black Formal Sunflowers In The Sunset, Spied On By Our Eyes Under The Shadow Of The Mad Locomotive Riverbank Sunset Frisco Hilly Tincan Evening Sitdown Vision.