Nothing Is Confused Except The Mind.

A Truly Poetic Canvas Is An Awakened Dream.

Nothing Is Confused Except The Mind.

I Detest My Past, And Anyone Else's. I Detest Resignation, Patience, Professional Heroism And Obligatory Beautiful Feelings. I Also Detest The Decorative Arts, Folklore, Advertising, Voices Making Announcements, Aerodynamism, Boy Scouts, The Smell Of Moth Balls, Events Of The Moment, And Drunken People.

Only Thought Can Resemble. It Resembles By Being What It Sees, Hears, Or Knows; It Becomes What The World Offers It.

An Object Never Serves The Same Function As Its Image - Or Its Name.