7:30 a.m., I just woke up unable to remember Picasso’s First name. Sergio? Enrique?…. I looked it up, I don’t know Spanish names. It would be cool to have a name that did not need a first name. Remembering also how I used to make someone laugh By commenting that Picasso had an enormous cock. And when that laughter died I could further make that person laugh by saying that Igor Stravinsky also had an enormous cock. And that both of these artists were proud of their enormous cocks. And that you Can not talk about Picasso in particular without Acknowledging his enormous cock. Because in his later paintings you could not look at almost any of them without seeing an enormous cock and balls. I think I was thinking of Picasso today Or rather yesterday because I passed by ps1 And it was closed And I wanted to get my free one year membership there And five or six years ago there was a Poster on a Wall Graffiti style Of a quote by Picasso About how he did not know what the hell he was doing And that everything was random.