There is a savage inequality between what Iggy Pop or Lou Reed can get away with in a song and what I can get away with in a lump of art. I ask this; Where is it written art has to be adult, mature, balanced or even well conceived? I'll tell you, it's written on the wall of a public toilet cubicle just above a drawing of an erect penis. That high art should deal with grand themes like nature, beauty, male form, female form, death, morality, war, religion etc... is a crock of shit.
Don't be a hypocrite. Don't think you're mature, you're not mature, just repressed. True maturity would probably be borne of recognising your immaturity anyhow, wouldn't it? Who cares?!
Your most retarded and awesome moments are born of very poor planing, half cocked reactions and balls out immaturity, you reckless people you!. Stand the fuck up you bastards, tell me your most interesting and sincere thoughts aren't the petty, selfish, jealous, self absorbed, childish and lame ones! You know they feed far more fertile reflection than any intellectually sound, maturely conceived bits of wise musings. Just admit you have a double or triple standard, admit what you relish and rampantly indulge in your head, you might rock out to in the Ramones or lasciviously pore over in Ulysses , but deride when you see it on walls. Cowards! Don't be clever, dump the bull shit charade, fucking pick up a comic and oggle the tits on Gene Grey or don't, let me do it for both of us, you need me for that, whatever, just get over the pompous, lofty down the nose looking attitude cast at so called "low-brow art" it's no worse than pop music and you seem to like that ok... | 
