Down In Denver, All I Did Was

Nothing Behind Me, Everything Ahead Of Me, As Is Ever So On The Road.

Great Things Are Not Accomplished By Those Who Yield To Trends And Fads And Popular Opinion.

After All, A Homeless Man Has Reason To Cry, Everything In The World Is Pointed Against Him.

The One Thing That We Yearn For In Our Living Days, That Makes Us Sigh And Groan And Undergo Sweet Nauseas Of All Kinds, Is The Remembrance Of Some Lost Bliss That Was Probably Experienced In The Womb And Can Only Be Reproduced (though We Hate To Admit It) In Death. But Who Wants To Die?

Goddamn It, Feeling Is What I Like In Art, Not Craftiness And The Hiding Of Feelings.