A Pookah has thrown
Us on its back. We cannot
Tell it where to go.
The True Artist Lives By His Art, or Dies. He Does No Harm to Anyone for not Receiving Him.
The True Artist Lives By His Art, or Dies. He Does No Harm to Anyone for not Receiving Him.
A Pookah has thrown
Us on its back. We cannot
Tell it where to go.
B. K. Neifert 