What the self-styled modern artists are doing is a sort of unemotional pseudo-intellectual masturbation . . . whereas creative art is more like intercourse, in which the artist must seduce—render emotional-his audience, each time.

I woke up one morning to find I was famous. I bought a white Rolls-Royce and drove down Sunset Boulevard, wearing dark specs and a white suit, waving like the Queen Mum.

To remain as I am is impossible; I must die or be better, it appears to me.

A HELLO A DAY MAKES EVERYONE THAT PASTS AROUND YOU HAPPY

Written By Anastasia purea

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