Wanna be famous? Wanna be rich? No, no, no, no, no We can´t allow that It´s for the chosen only Or the sharing ones Not you, silly!  Not for you!

Grow a big heart and a big brain It´s strange how the heart and brain shrink When you chase money Money won´t last   A thought is mightier than a buck And that is my relief Because the rulers are shrewd But not wise

If you create You have to create alone If you go out with your art It´s like going to a market They backbite and gossip your stuff Simply not that it´s bad But to get rid of you   Van Gogh Bach Bukowski Kafka E.A.Poe Thoreau Darger Vermeer Keats Nick Drake   Don´t give up Fame means nothing Go on creating Stay calm You haven´t been creating for the crowd anyway Crowd don´t understand art   Go to your stool Start now Start again   Future will tell

I don´t believe you can be a good writer at 20 What do you know about life? The stuff you´ve read That´s not life The stuff you´ve experienced so far That´s not life You must be older Much, much older to know something To write down the real stuff Not just some hardly-worked up nicely-sounding eye-exhausting yawn-bringing  jerkings of ego