What Is Art But The Denial Of

Look, There's No Metaphysics On Earth But Chocolates.

I Want To Be A Work Of Art, At Least In My Soul, Since I Can’t Be One In My Body.

All Of This Passes, And None Of It Means Anything To Me.it's All Foreign To My Fate, And Even To Fate As A Whole. It'sjust Unconsciousness, Curses Of Protest When Chance Hurlsstones, Echoes Of Unknown Voices - A Collectivemishmash Of Life.

My Soul's The Present Shadow Of A Presence Gone.

I Enjoy Wording. Words For Me Are Tangible Bodies, Visible Sirens, Incarnate Sensualities.