DC - I'm awed by what we've developed and flowered into I love respect and admire you with such vigorous heart and mind and spirit and will always herald you as the engine of me unearthing myself from the treacherous anchorage of my adolescent programming keep sculpting pieces of disquieting genius and think of me occasionally when you look out of the window and see a broken building half a tree or a badly painted spanish guitar and I'm sorry for all the shit you've encountered on your own path and likewise it's all information so great artists suffer we know that now your generosity kills me oh bad taste I guess ok better shoot oh bad taste again actually it's not because I'm using blades not a gun goodnight.