I Am Searching For The Truth. Somewhere,

I Don't Like To Sit And Bask In My Own Awards. Awards Represent Artistic Death To Me.

Far Away, To An Infinite World I Escape. I'm Clear And Calm, I'm Unafraid. Sunless Days, In My Sheltered Milkyway. In Saturn's Rings I Feel No Pain.

I Like Doing The Crossword Puzzle In The New York Times, Not Watching E! On Tv.

I'm Glad I Made A Piece Of Art That Can Be Interpreted So Widely. Art Is Always Interpreted Subjectively

Welcome To The Church Of Me.