The American Dream has run out of gas. The car has stopped. It no longer supplies the world with its images its dreams its fantasies. No more. It's over. It supplies the world with its nightmares now: the Kennedy assassination Watergate Vietnam.
The surrealists and the modern movement in painting as a whole seemed to...
I wanted to end my life so bad and was in my car ready to go down that ramp...
I have made it a rule of my life to trust a man long after other people gave him up but I don't see how I can ever trust any human being again.
