I Had Something In My Throat. It

... There Is A Skeleton (or Death) That Flees Terrified In The Face Of My Will To Live.

There Is Nothing More Precious Than Laughter

I Had Something In My Throat. It Felt Like I Had Swallowed The Whole World.

I Am Not Sick. I Am Broken. But I Am Happy As Long As I Can Paint.

Nothing Is Absolute. Everything Changes, Everything Moves, Everything Revolves, Everything Flies And Goes Away.