I Don't Wish Power, Only Art -art

Reality Doesn’t Impress Me. I Only Believe In Intoxication, In Ecstasy, And When Ordinary Life Shackles Me. I Escape, One Way Or Another. No More Walls.

Perhaps The Only Magician We Have Is The Artist.

Anxiety Is Love's Greatest Killer. It Makes Others Feel As You Might When A Drowning Man Holds On To You. You Want To Save Him, But You Know He Will Strangle You With His Panic.

I Want To Live Darkly And Richly In My Femaleness.

We Did Not Touch Each Other. We Were Both Leaning Over The Abyss.