Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With

Paintings Are Painted With Paint, Not With Ideas.

Yes, I Know, We Are Merely Empty Forms Of Matter, But We Are Indeed Sublime In Having Invented God And Our Soul. So Sublime, My Friend, That I Want To Gaze Upon Matter, Fully Conscious That It Exists, And Yet Launching Itself Madly Into Dream, Despite Its Knowledge That Dream Has No Existence, Extolling The Soul And All The Divine Impressions Of That Kind Which Have Collected Within Us From The Beginning Of Time And Proclaiming, In The Face Of The Void Which Is Truth, These Glorious Lies!

All Thoughts Emit A Throw Of Dice

It Is The Job Of Poetry To Clean Up Our Word-clogged Reality By Creating Silences Around Things.

Dreams Have As Much Influences As Actions.