I am a poet.
Some one down there turned me into an artist.
I won't blow his cover.

He inhabits my house.
I want him to set me up a
FINE GALLERY

of all my oil paintings one day.

Oil.
Yes Oil.

Once they're gone,
I'm a goner.
I, I
mean; I'll paint a bit till...
Yes.

Until.....

Then again poetry.

Music.

And design.

Did I tell you about design?

Ha Ha Ha Ha.

I fooled ya.

Merry Christman.

Merry Christmas.

Somebody write.
Somebody new.
I knew you,
before, I know, I thought I did.

Have any doubt?

Afraid of this, that, something.
A feeling inside.
Deep down inside?
What's it saying?
What's It tell you?

Listen.
Listen.

You have acid inside you.

Yes.

The body should always be base.
You know that?
Base.
Basic stuff dok!

Johnny