If Only Someone Else Could Paint What

What I Am Looking For Is Not Happiness. I Work Solely Because It Is Impossible For Me To Do Anything Else.

The Head Is What Matters. The Rest Of The Body Plays The Part Of Antennae Making Life Possible For People And Life Itself Is Inside The Skull.

Failure Is My Best Friend. If I Succeeded, It Would Be Like Dying. Maybe Worse.

Only Reality Interests Me Now And I Know I Could Spend The Rest Of My Life In Copying A Chair.

The Older I Grow, The More I Find Myself Alone.