We walked on Gilded Splinters to shove my point across to you whom I will communicate with shortly through the smoke of Deaux-Deaux the Rattlesnake whose forked tongue hisses pig latin in silk and satin da-zaw-ig-day may the gilded splinters of Auntie Andre spew forth in your path to light and guide your way through the bayous of life on your pirougue of heartaches and good times...push and the shove that you need to get your point across no matter what the cost.-Dr. John
Banksy