I Think As An Artist

It's The Third Book Of The Bible, Called The Final Testament Of The Holy Bible.my Idea Of What The Messiah Would Be Like If He Were Walking The Streets Of New York Today. What Would He Believe? What Would He Preach? How Would He Live? With Who?

The Afternoon And The Early Evening Slide By In A Lidded Daze Where The Ability To Think In Any Identifiable Way Disappears And Where Every Moment Seems To Be An Eternity.

I Want A Drink. I Want Fifty Drinks. I Want A Bottle Of The Purest, Strongest, Most Destructive, Most Poisonous Alcohol On Earth. I Want Fifty Bottles Of It. I Want Crack, Dirty And Yellow And Filled With Formaldehyde. I Want A Pile Of Powder Meth, Five Hundred Hits Of Acid, A Garbage Bag Full Of Mushrooms, A Tube Of Glue Bigger Than A Truck, A Pool Of Gas Large Enough To Drown In. I Want Something Anything Whatever However As Much As I Can.

That's What Ever Great Writer, I Believe, Has Done Over The Course Of Time - Is They've Figured Out New Ways Of Telling The Same Stories.

It's Been Great Getting Better With You.