What Would I Do Without The Absurd

I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From Dying

They Thought I Was A Surrealist, But I Wasn't. I Never Painted Dreams. I Painted My Own Reality.

Nothing Is Absolute. Everything Changes, Everything Moves, Everything Revolves, Everything Flies And Goes Away.

Surrealism Is The Magical Surprise Of Finding A Lion In A Wardrobe, Where You Were 'sure' Of Finding Shirts.

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