I laughed at the savant, and the savant laughed at me

I don't know where my antisemitism lies
I know it when I feel it.

I love one person.
One person.
One person.
I never lost the ability to love only one person.
I love one person.

Why should I want to paint like anyone else? What am I trying to do? I want to make art, but I want to enjoy doing it. To add certain craft adds certain stress. It may even damage the form. The form being the method. I do what I like, I experiment. And it's all meaningful. Every drop. Because the tools stay open, not closed. I don't want limits.

Final exercise

“What kind of name is Death?”

“Not just Death, sir. William Death.”

“Well, let’s hope you never make a captain out of yourself.”

“Excuse me.”

“Excused.”

“No, sir. Just saying, I may fancy captain in my dreams. Why should that be terrible?”

“Can’t you imagine? Captain Death. I’m dreading it already.”

“No Death ever dreamed to accomplish as much.”

“Undoubtedly, a Death captain could only achieve remark for being massacred at the hands of a French privateer.”

“I can only dream of such a life. Glory to England!”

“That courage is frighteningly English.”

Reagan a la Contra

She was on the run from the guerrilla contras, stumbling through the rubble of a makeshift graveyard, oh Mary, you've got to get away.
the soldiers came down with bombs from the hill, supplemented by automatic weaponry, ak's or m-16's? Whatever they coudl buy with American money.
While somebody with some kind of doctrine said, "Nicaragua must burn today."

Words aren't deeds

I remember just lookin', for somewhere to go.
We had no time to argue, n' just enjoy ourselves.
But hey... Some things gotta go, and it's not your fault. No.

We make mistakes. It's part of the game.
You can try to reedem yourself or mess up by placing blame.
But hey... Some things gotta go, and we're going up in smoke.

Sometimes "sorry" won't suffice, 'cause we're bitter and cold,
and cower in our favorite vice.
But hey... That's another story to be told when -you've forgotten who you owe.

There was a man -just like you- had the world in his had,
and tossed it just because he could.
But then he forgot why the world had felt so cold.
Yet he will reap what you sow.

A song about punk rock

One more cretin from the underground's
going to bring you down! Going to bring you down!
Voice of revolution's just a step behind.
It's going to bring you down! Going to bring you down!

We were just looking for a new escape,
finally we found it, in this forgotten place.

One more life taken out of turn, then
we'll bring you down! Then we'll bring you down!
Just one more second till we bring you down,
then you're going down! Then you're going down!

We were just looking for a new escape,
finally we found it, in this forgotten place.

Then it's that again.

There was a lad who said he's quittin',
'cause he didn't get out what he put in.
A plea for peace, a revolutionary streak.
Cut to an end by his, apathy.
Left his job with a sad face, 'cause he didn't think it was his place.

Chorus: So easy to quit! So easy to try! x2 (yeah, that's Brian baby)

In time you're missin' what you could have been livin',
but that's the price you pay,
when you lose yourself in, apathy.
So don't complain to me!

Chorus

Interlude: I bet you guys like poppy songs. Why don't you all just sing along, I said hey, "Don't we all just get along"

Skip town, leave town. Do what you please.
Just remember that you are, a cowardly sleeze.
You know your leavin',
but what's your reason!

Chorus