I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From

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

I Am My Own Muse. I Am The Subject I Know Best. The Subject I Want To Better.

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence

No Moon, Sun, Diamond, Hands — Fingertip, Dot, Ray, Gauze, Sea. Pine Green, Pink Glass, Eye, Mine, Eraser, Mud, Mother, I Am Coming.

At The End Of The Day, We Can Endure Much More Than We Think We Can.