Decades

1950s

A world of money.  Patience, drugs. 

1960s

Dreams, peace, art, God.  Another freedom to be alive.  And where is paper?

1970s

I got the understanding and I was really good.  And what is Poetic Pain?

1980s

Effort and baloney give you creepiness and shit.  That is a loud pope, orgasmic thoughtless starring a life of boss working stars.

1990s

As what there is anger.  I really was marked as a mosquer....

2000s

Poems are money.  Art is a loser.  Crash and Strange.

2010s

Saffire world is my family.  I give me hope. World of rights and drugs.  Sinful is rude.

Drugs.

Mother.