I Became A Mom At 37 And

If You Have An Issue With Homosexuality, Then It Comes To Your Own Fear And Your Own Darkness.

I Can't Believe That I Would Keep, Keep You From Flying And I Would Cry A Thousand More If That's What It Takes To Sail You Home.

I Guess My Husband Is A Muse As Well.

If You Call Me A New-age, Airy-fairy, Hippie-dippy Airhead I Will Shove My Crystals Up Your Ass.

Your Apocalypse Was Fab.