Picasso.” He Whispers Like A Priest. “picasso.

It Happened. There Is No Avoiding It, No Forgetting. No Running Away, Or Flying, Or Burying, Or Hiding.

I Stuff My Mouth With Old Fabric And Scream Until There Are No Sounds Left Under My Skin.

Art Without Emotion Its Like Chocolate Cake Without Sugar. It Makes You Gag.

This Is Not Our Fight', The Old Man Said. 'british Or American, That Is Not The Choice. You Must Choose Your Own Side, Find Your Road Through The Valley Of Darkness That Will Lead You To The River Jordan. . . Look Hard For Your River Jordan, My Child. You'll Find It.

You Must Walk Alone To Find Your Soul.