Put everything you got into death. Life doesn't pay off. The rush to be rich is what counts. Your browns and blacks and whites, your orange, your pink all this is basic. You don't need the rest.
Primary colors make up all the rest.
To school a bunch of hoodlums what a gig that must've been. But chill was what we meant, and what we did until I learned from drawing that the page exists as an extension of the world. You look so good, you make me feel all right. While we do view with piety the right to life, we draw the line. Clean up your act.