We Are All Born Crazy. Some Remain

I Have My Faults, But Changing My Tune Is Not One Of Them.

But I Was Not Made For The Great Light That Devours, A Dim Lamp Was All I Had Been Given, And Patience Without End, To Shine It On The Empty Shadows.

Perhaps My Best Years Are Gone. When There Was A Chance Of Happiness. But I Wouldn't Want Them Back. Not With The Fire In Me Now. No, I Wouldn't Want Them Back.

To Find A Form That Accommodates The Shape Of The Mess, That Is The Task Of The Artist Now.

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.