PHILIP FRANCIS MAZEIKAS

“True Art Is The Artist”

Phil Mazeikas

“unto devotion of heirarchy of time, into restless wonder, I became a order of the pleasure unto my tongue, and the endurance upon my light. pleasure became respect for questions and the illness towards the begraved insolance of the measure of the window to creativity. lordship unto man and his window of time of questions, reframed my sign into my order of vanity for the restless price of volumes unto wisdom of hallways of history and the becoming of my Right as an American, to devote my mind to my genius. home became wisdom, for the creativity and the price of a perfect beauty. The sprint of restless integrity of peace forebare my insistence on a new mind, and the restruggle of everyday fame into the hierarchy of my priceless soul. thunder and thorns of vanity, erupt in wellspring of the careless, towards opaque and renowned drawings of the thunder of the ash of proles. distinct and averged to science in folly of woman, returned magnitude of verity to inertia and compounds of irregular negation of entropy. loveless heights, forebaren! Truths are in the trees, and the folly of Century, is order of ministry to the restless volumes of Right and Love towards the Immaculate Diety of the Grace of Wisdom. Truth can order, to folly, the magnitude of restless awakenings, and thunder of the Diety, in the soulless cavern of the night. Thunder! Praise! Amen.” – Phil Mazeikas, appraised in trillionth