Burnman Excerpts From An Interview With A Suicide Artist
I'll pierce my wrists with rusty steel and paint my
sheets with blood...I'd like to work with garbage I pick
up off the street... art is transient and life is
cheap... I'm gasoline, somebody ignite me... a fourteen
story leap of spastic flaming agony should get me in the
right magazines and the concrete... some appreciate the
social statement or the gruesome shock value and some
like the colors: the silver, the copper, the ochre, the
red the red the red the red the red
