Crucifixes Are Sexy Because There's A Naked

I Think Lines Are Meant To Be Crossed Anyways. The Entire Time I Was Singing On The Cross, There's Numbers Flipping Over My Head. You Know, Starting At One And Going Up To 12 Million.

I've Slept With Prince.

Publicly Humiliating Someone For Your Own Gain Will Only Come And Haunt You. God's Going To Have His Revenge.

I'll Stop When I Run Out Of Ideas.

For Me, A Male Image That I'm Really Moved By Is Somewhere Between Of Oscar Wilde Type Of A Male: The Fop, The Long Hair, The Suits, Too Witty For His Own Good, Incredibly Smart, Scathingly Funny - All That. But Then My Other Ideal Is More Like The Buddhist Monk - The Shaved Head, Actually Someone Who Sublimates Their Sexuality.