I once bleed to death. Insults speared into my being with merciless precision.   Remorseless hunters found the limping quarry - an opportunity too tempting to forfeit!

What an unsympathetic creature is sanity! Lurking behind us in its own insanity! If the dreamlike rays of surrealist art cannot cast out this relentless foe’s heart, our gift of imagination, and will of expressionism, will ignite its stalking shadow with a vengeance! I’m proud...

Absent lips cold without me.   Eyes of brilliant sapphire dull without me.   Voice of a harp speechless without me.   Soulful innocence sorrowful continuance.