I alone, as the sharer of their way of life, presented a replica of childhood.

Each day I lacerated myself thinking on her, but I didn't go back.

Billboards, billboards, drink this, eat that, use all manner of things, everyone, the best, the cheapest, the purest and most satisfying of all their available counterparts. Red lights flicker on every horizon, airplanes beware cars flash by, more lights. Workers repair the gas main. Signs, signs, lights, lights, streets, streets.

I see no greatness in my self...I'm a simple-minded, child-like, insipid sort of moronic and kind of akward feeling adolescent.

We are actually fourth dimensional beings in a third dimensional body inhabiting a second dimensional world!

Sometimes I sits and thinks. Other times I sits and drinks, but mostly I just sits.

Art is good when it springs from necessity. This kind of origin is the guarantee of its value there is no other.