Can't you see, my dear, what you create is greater than great. It's beautiful and valid. Go tell the false friend, who doubts your art:. "Hey, toss my caustic salad!".
I want to know your plans and how involved in them I am. When I go to sleep, will I be forgiven?. And if you want roses, then go buy a bouquet. If that just won't cut it, what can I say?.
I used to have a heart worth a billion bucks. Now it's shitty, shoddy, cheap. Sell it in my sleep for the fakes to eat. While they kiss my ass and tell me what I need.