I Don't Like My Face. I Don't

Then I Overdosed At 28, At Which Point I Began To Accept The Bipolar Diagnosis.

I Mean, Most Fun Things Are Bad For You In One Way Or Another.

I Used To Refer To My Drug Use As Putting The Monster In The Box. I Wanted To Be Less, So I Took More - Simple As That. Anyway, I Eventually Decided That The Reason Dr. Stone Had Told Me I Was Hypomanic Was That He Wanted To Put Me On Medication Instead Of Actually Treating Me. So I Did The Only Rational Thing I Could Do In The Face Of Such As Insult - I Stopped Talking To Stone, Flew Back To New York, And Married Paul Simon A Week Later.

I Guess I Do Carry A Bit Of Male Energy. It's Like What I Always Say - Two Yangs Don't Make A Right.

My Favorite One To See Is The Metal Bikini On Men.