I Paint Flowers So They Will Not

I Have Suffered Two Grave Accidents In My Life, One In Which A Streetcar Knocked Me Down... The Other Accident Is Diego.

Sexism And Racism Are Parallel Problems. You Can Compare Them In Some Ways, But They're Not At All The Same. But They're Both Symptoms Inside The White Male Power Structure.

Surrealism Is The Magical Surprise Of Finding A Lion In A Wardrobe, Where You Were 'sure' Of Finding Shirts.

I Wish I Could Do Whatever I Liked Behind The Curtain Of “madness”. Then: I’d Arrange Flowers, All Day Long, I’d Paint; Pain, Love And Tenderness, I Would Laugh As Much As I Feel Like At The Stupidity Of Others, And They Would All Say: “poor Thing, She’s Crazy!” (above All I Would Laugh At My Own Stupidity.) I Would Build My World Which While I Lived, Would Be In Agreement With All The Worlds. The Day, Or The Hour, Or The Minute That I Lived Would Be Mine And Everyone Else’s - My Madness Would Not Be An Escape From “reality”.

I Used To Think I Was The Strangest Person In The World But Then I Thought There Are So Many People In The World, There Must Be Someone Just Like Me Who Feels Bizarre And Flawed In The Same Ways I Do. I Would Imagine Her, And Imagine That She Must Be Out There Thinking Of Me Too. Well, I Hope That If You Are Out There And Read This And Know That, Yes, It's True I'm Here, And I'm Just As Strange As You.