I Paint Self-portraits Because I Am So

I Tried To Drown My Sorrows, But The Bastards Learned How To Swim, And Now I Am Overwhelmed By This Decent And Good Feeling.

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

Take A Lover Who Looks At You Like Maybe You Are A Bourbon Biscuit.

I Am That Clumsy Human, Always Loving, Loving, Loving. And Loving. And Never Leaving.

Feet, What Do I Need You For When I Have Wings To Fly?