Drag Wasn't Always Counterculture.

I Don't Understand Why Europeans And South Americans Can Take More Sophistication. Why Is It That Americans Need To Hear Their Happiness Major And Their Tragedy Minor, And As Jazzy As They Can Handle Is A Seventh Chord? Are They Not Experiencing Complex Emotions?

I Paint My Joy And I Sing My Sorrow.

I Think I Would Go Further Into Fine Arts, I Think, If I Were To Continue.

We're Captive On The Carousel Of Time, We Can't Return We Can Only Look Behind.

I Used To Be Monastic, Almost. Now I'm Like A Tibetan That Has Discovered Hamburgers And Television. I'm Catching Up On Americana.