The Time Has Come, Everybody

Each Day I Lacerated Myself Thinking On Her, But I Didn't Go Back.

Some Events Are In The Area Of The Soul Where Words Cannot Penetrate.

Art Is Good When It Springs From Necessity. This Kind Of Origin Is The Guarantee Of Its Value; There Is No Other.

Sometimes I Sits And Thinks. Other Times I Sits And Drinks, But Mostly I Just Sits.

And So Love Goes. And So Life Goes. And So I Go.