Censorship Is The Child Of Fear And

Bologna Girl, That's Me.

If I Ever Form A Clan, We'll Be The Anti-cheerleaders And Walk Under The Bleacher Forming Mild Acts Of Mayhem.

Art Without Emotion Its Like Chocolate Cake Without Sugar. It Makes You Gag.

I Am Beginning To Measure Myself In Strength, Not Pounds. Sometimes In Smiles.

I Live In The Borderlands. The Word Ghost Sounds Like Memory. The Word Therapy Means Exorcism. My Visions Echo And Multiplymultiply. I Don't Know How To Figure Out What They Mean. I Can't Tell Where They Start Or If They Will End. But I Know This. If They Shrink My Head Any More, Or Float Me Away On An Ocean Of Pills, I Will Never Return.