Jesus Died For Somebody's Sins But Not

...my Camera Is My Friend, And I Take It Everywhere.

All I've Ever Wanted To Do Was Create Freedom.

The Only Way I Can Lose My Mind In Bed Is To Destroy Myself In A Fantasy.

The Artist Seeks Contact With His Intuitive Sense Of The Gods, But In Order To Create His Work, He Cannot Stay In This Seductive And Incorporeal Realm. He Must Return To The Material World In Order To Do His Work. It's The Artist's Responsibility To Balance Mystical Communication And The Labor Of Creation.

People Say Hello To Me. I Mean, Sometimes The Sanitation Truck Goes By And Says, Hey Patti.