Being Beautiful Is Not So Fun When

I Used To Get Made Fun Of For Being Either Too Provocative Or Too Eccentric, So I Started To Tone It Down. I Didn't Fit In, And I Felt Like A Freak.

Basically I Can't Sleep Without Every Single Song I'm Writing Repeating Endlessly, But I'm Loving It Again. Embracing The Torture, As I'm Assaulted By My Own Thoughts. Like A Locust Giving Birth To Earworms. Eeeeew!

I've Had Grand Pianos That Are More Expensive Than, Like, A Year's Worth Of Rent.

What I've Discovered Is That In Art, As In Music, There's A Lot Of Truth-and Then There's A Lie. The Artist Is Essentially Creating His Work To Make This Lie A Truth, But He Slides It In Amongst All The Others. The Tiny Little Lie Is The Moment I Live For, My Moment. It's The Moment That The Audience Falls In Love.

The Reason I Don't Want Anyone To Control Me Is Not Because I Want To Be In Control. I Don't Want Anyone To Control Me Because I Don't Want Anyone To Control Anyone.