I Drank To Drown My Sorrows, But

... There Is A Skeleton (or Death) That Flees Terrified In The Face Of My Will To Live.

There Have Been Two Great Accidents In My Life. One Was The Trolley, And The Other Was Diego. Diego Was By Far The Worst.

I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken. But I Am Happy As Long As I Can Paint.

To Feel The Anguish Of Waiting For The Next Moment And Of Taking Part In The Complex Current (of Affairs) Not Knowing That We Are Headed Toward Ourselves, Through Millions Of Stone Beings - Of Bird Beings - Of Star Beings - Of Microbe Beings - Of Fountain Beings Toward Ourselves.

I Hope The Exit Is Joyful And I Hope Never To Return.