Let Nature Do The Freezing And Frightening

I Think It's All Lovely Hallucination But I Love It Sorta.

Sweet Life Continues In The Breeze, In The Golden Fields.

So Therefore I Dedicate Myself, To My Art, My Sleep, My Dreams, My Labors, My Suffrances, My Loneliness, My Unique Madness, My Endless Absorption And Hunger Because I Cannot Dedicate Myself To Any Fellow Being.

You Can't Live In This World But There's Nowhere Else To Go.

Between Incomprehensible And Incoherent Sits The Madhouse. I Am Not In The Madhouse.