I Alone, As The Sharer

Some Events Are In The Area Of The Soul Where Words Cannot Penetrate.

Art Is Good When It Springs From Necessity. This Kind Of Origin Is The Guarantee Of Its Value; There Is No Other.

I Alone, As The Sharer Of Their Way Of Life, Presented A Replica Of Childhood.

The Time Has Come, Everybody Lie Down So You Won't Get Hurt When The Sun Bursts.

I See No Greatness In My Self...i'm A Simple-minded, Child-like, Insipid Sort Of Moronic And Kind Of Akward Feeling Adolescent.