There Can Be No Whiter

I Shall Create! If Not A Note, A Hole./if Not An Overture, A Desecration.

This Is The Urgency: Live! And Have Your Blooming In The Noise Of The Whirlwind.

Exhaust The Little Moment. Soon It Dies. And Be It Gash Or Gold It Will Not Come Again In This Identical Guise.

Do Not Be Afraid Of No, Who Has So Far, So Very Far To Go.

Be Careful What You Swallow. Chew!