My Painting Carries With It

I Don’t Like The Gringos At All. They Are Very Boring And All Have Faces Like Unbaked Rolls.

Only One Mountain Can Know The Core Of Another Mountain.

I Drank To Drown My Sorrows, But The Damned Things Learned How To Swim.

Take A Lover Who Looks At You Like Maybe You Are A Bourbon Biscuit.

My Painting Carries With It The Message Of Pain.