Lord, There's Danger In This

Heaven's Full Of Astronauts And The Lord's On Death Row.

All Romantics Meet The Same Fate Some Day. Drunk And Cynical And Boring Someone In Some Dark Cafe.

Everything Comes And Goes; Pleasure Moves On Too Early And Trouble Leaves Too Slow

I'm Irresponsible To My Career In Order To Paint. Because Painting Is Obsessive. I Forget To Eat. I Forget To Sleep.

I Try Not To Steal From Myself, But The Modalities Create Similarities.