Details Are The Life Of Prose.

Rest And Be Kind, You Don't Have To Prove Anything

I Took A Straight Picture That Made Me Look Like A Thirty-year-old Italian Who'd Kill Anybody Who Said Something Against His Mother.

Who Knows, My God, But That The Universe Is Not One Vast Sea Of Compassion Actually, The Veritable Holy Honey, Beneath All This Show Of Personality And Cruelty?

Beautiful Insane In The Rain

Goddamn It, Feeling Is What I Like In Art, Not Craftiness And The Hiding Of Feelings.