I Am A Collection Of

Great! I've Written Something Stupid, But I Haven't Signed A Contract With Anyone To Produce Solely Wise And Perfect Works. I Gave Vent To My Stupidity...and Here I Am, Reborn.

You, Oh Mature Ones, Keep Company Solely With Other Mature Ones, And Your Maturity Is So Mature That It Can Only Chum Up With Maturity!

Any Artist Who Respects Himself Ought To Be, And In Every Sense Of The Term, An Emigre.

A Universal Style Is One That Knows How To Embrace Lovingly Those Not Quite Developed.

Our Element Is Unending Immaturity.