Only One Mountain Can Know

I Never Paint Dreams Or Nightmares. I Paint My Own Reality.

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”

I Love You More Than My Own Skin And Even Though You Don’t Love Me The Same Way, You Love Me Anyways, Don’t You? And If You Don’t, I’ll Always Have The Hope That You Do, And I’m Satisfied With That. Love Me A Little. I Adore You.

The Most Important Thing For Everyone In Gringolandia Is To Have Ambition And Become 'somebody,' And Frankly, I Don't Have The Least Ambition To Become Anybody.

Pain, Pleasure And Death Are No More Than A Process For Existence. The Revolutionary Struggle In This Process Is A Doorway Open To Intelligence