Valentine's Day.

Artists wade into the ocean of poetry and painting, assumedly searching for self-connection to those thick brush strokes; or those words scattered on a page. But art, at heart, is a lie. Why not use pop song lyrics?

Eminem wails away, but what really happens when a tornado meets a volcano?

Imagination and the self-pity of late night thought paralyzes sleep; like a clown, I put on a show. Yearning again for that eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

Wait a minute, this is too deep. Gotta change the station.