Painterly Fiend.

paint·er·ly [peyn-ter-lee] –adjective

1. of, pertaining to, or characteristic of a painter.

2. Fine Arts. characterized by qualities of color, stroke, or texture perceived as distinctive to the art of painting, esp. the rendering of forms and images in terms of color or tonal relations rather than of contour or line.

fiend [feend] –noun

1. Satan; the devil.

2. any evil spirit; demon.

3. a diabolically cruel or wicked person.

4. a person or thing that causes mischief or annoyance: Those children are little fiends.

5. Informal. a person who is extremely addicted to some pernicious habit: an opium fiend.

6. Informal. a person who is excessively interested in some game, sport, etc.;
fan; buff: a bridge fiend.

7. a person who is highly skilled or gifted in something: a fiend at languages.

"Think for yourself. Question authority. Throughout human history, as our species has faced the frightening, terrorizing fact that we do not know who we are, or where we're going in this ocean of chaos, it has been the authorities: the political, the religious, the educational authorities, who have attempted to comfort us by giving us order, rule, regulations. Informing, forming in our minds an inner view of reality. To think for yourself you must question authority and learn how to immerse yourself in a state of vulnerable open-mindedness-- chaotic, confused vulnerability to which you owe yourself. Think for yourself. Question authority."

Yeah you fell in love

And you went and got married

Had yourself a family

How simple life can be

Somewhere it all went wrong

And your plan just fell apart

And you aint got the heart

to finish what you started

You walked out that door

To find out where you belong

To fufill your own selfish dreams

I think you might have forgotten

The ones that you loved

The ones that you left behind

The ones that you said you tried to find

They tried to find you

ok so there was this pot. it said to me, "amy, come smoke us! let's be best friends!" and i said "oh no, little bud. i can not smoke you." and it said "yes you can", to which i responded, "you're right." and that is the story of how amy is stoned. wheeee, the end.