There's just some dysfunctionalism with artists.

I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once. Ass so fat that you could see it from the front.

That's what I've been trying to strive for - to draw a clear picture, to open up a new dimension.

Good art provides people with a vocabulary about things they can't articulate.

But even creeps deserve to live someplace halfway decent.

I'm really quite bipolar, and the depressed times, when everything felt like night, sometimes you get to such a low point that you physically beat at it until it bleeds - as you would say - bleeds till sunshine. You get to a point where you say, 'I will not take it anymore! I'm gonna do something drastic if I stay this depressed. I've got to break out of there!'

Live now for the promise of the Infinite