The Time Has Come, Everybody

The Time Has Come, Everybody Lie Down So You Won't Get Hurt When The Sun Bursts.

Billboards, Billboards, Drink This, Eat That, Use All Manner Of Things, Everyone, The Best, The Cheapest, The Purest And Most Satisfying Of All Their Available Counterparts. Red Lights Flicker On Every Horizon, Airplanes Beware; Cars Flash By, More Lights. Workers Repair The Gas Main. Signs, Signs, Lights, Lights, Streets, Streets.

I Alone, As The Sharer Of Their Way Of Life, Presented A Replica Of Childhood.

Art Is Good When It Springs From Necessity. This Kind Of Origin Is The Guarantee Of Its Value; There Is No Other.

Sometimes I Sits And Thinks. Other Times I Sits And Drinks, But Mostly I Just Sits.