Now Success Was Like Lust, She's Good

I Believe You Can Speak Things Into Existence.

I'm A Mirror. If You're Cool With Me, I'm Cool With You, And The Exchange Starts. What You See Is What You Reflect. If You Don't Like What You See, Then You've Done Something. If I'm Standoffish, That's Because You Are.

On The Night He Died - He Was Twenty-seven - Basquiat Had Been Planning To See A Run-dmc Show. When People Asked Him What His Art Was About, He'd Hit Them With The Same Three Words: "royalty, Heroism, And The Streets.

Nine To Five Is How Ya Survive, I Ain't Trying To Survive I'm Trying To Live It To The Limit And Love It Alive

New York Has A Thousand Universes In It That Don't Always Connect But We Do All Walk The Same Streets, Hear The Same Sirens, Ride The Same Subways, See The Same Headlines In The Post, Read The Same Writings On The Walls. That Shared Landscape Gets Inside Of All Of Us And, In Some Small Way, Unites Us, Makes Us Think We Know Each Other Even When We Don't.