I Went To Juilliard.

This State Of The Art
Should I Make Like Rothko?
Or Just Sylvia Plath

Under Threat, This Art.
Buckets Of Black And Blue
Or The Pink Grey Matter One
Finest Art Anywhere

Not Gonna Kill Myself Kid
Hang It Up Kid
Pay Me
16.8
Richter..

How Else Could You Value These Boxes, These Bars?
Tell Your Friends About This One.
'Cause My Heart's Racing, Juilliard Is Fun.

Maybe I'll Take It Down Soon.
Put Up A Fresh One.
Grace You With It.
Let You Taste It.

Buckshot Kid.
But No Shotgun.
Just Pink And Blue.
All Over The Sky Like It's Subliminal.
Like The Sky Isn't Big Enough..

How 'Bout I Flip It Over?
Or Should I Just Do That To You?
We'll Lay In Bed And Watch The Revolution Continue.

An' Check It.
Juilliard Kids You Might Want To Fuck With.