believe it or not, i really was once an artist. how do you retire from art? what do you retire to?   sweet bird of youth.

bell boy. somethin's got to mean somethin', don't it? even if your life means nuthin' except you could never quite make it. somethin's still got to mean somethin'.

house billows.

calm anxiety.

if i say i can't explain that explanation enough.

fashion the end of time.

i don't know much by which i mean nothing bout history so this will be a bit blurry.

dreams of a girl and boy.

first we'll take chicago. there's no other option.

how do you make a man without a father?

i make a snowball for mister.

i used to be a lord of leisure, fen, now i'm a lord of failure. granted i may have had it wrong before. probably just a conceit. but it felt true in a sense.

it doesn't clarify. it's a father son war, endless.

laughing inside out.

make peace before it's too late. i mean not with dad if he's dead, or with the world which is corruption, but make peace, where you can.

dream diary of malcolm.

portrait of young comet.

quiet aspiration.

portrait of my girl.

speak softly

two barneys kissing on the street.

view from barney's dome.

it's not all propaganda, just the stuff that makes society.

yellow lab

waltz with pointers

we arrive at some kind of agreement. not a complete one.

we can have memorials every day. it's like, you don't have to die to have an estate sale.

what ever happens to me has already happened.