Loving you tears me to bits, just that I can't make up my mind about what is more romantic; pining for that unrelinquished love all my life or to run in to your arms and die there forever, live there as never.......
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random thoughts, often not moving in a well defined and singular flow but nevertheless ideas that take pride in the fact that they are forward linkages of other ideas.
People always make the mistake of thinking art is created for them. But really, art is a private language for sophisticates to congratulate themselves on their superiority to the rest of the world. As my artist’s statement explains, my work is utterly incomprehensible and is therefore full of deep significance. - Calvin
