Art Is Good When It Springs From

I See No Greatness In My Self...i'm A Simple-minded, Child-like, Insipid Sort Of Moronic And Kind Of Akward Feeling Adolescent.

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

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

Billboards, Billboards, Drink This, Eat That, Use All Manner Of Things, Everyone, The Best, The Cheapest, The Purest And Most Satisfying Of All Their Available Counterparts. Red Lights Flicker On Every Horizon, Airplanes Beware; Cars Flash By, More Lights. Workers Repair The Gas Main. Signs, Signs, Lights, Lights, Streets, Streets.

I Alone, As The Sharer Of Their Way Of Life, Presented A Replica Of Childhood.