I Was Born Into Big Celebrity. It

My Father Was A Joyous, Joyous Spirit, He Really Was. He Was A Hedonist, That Was Just - He Enjoyed Life, Thrust Up To The Elbows With It. He Was A Terrible Father. I Don't Know That He Was Parented That Well.

I Think Of My Body As A Side Effect Of My Mind.

I Was Born Imagining Myself With An Apron On, With Pies Cooling On The Window Sill And Babies Crying Upstairs. I Thought That All That Stuff Would Somehow Anchor Me To The Planet, That It Was The Weight I Needed To Keep From Just Flying Off Into Space.

Mania Starts Off Fun, Not Sleeping For Days, Keeping Company With Your Brain, Which Has Become A Wonderful Computer, Showing 24 Tv Channels All About You. That Goes Horribly Wrong After Awhile.

I'd Like To Wear My Old [cinnamon Buns] Hairstyle Again - But With White Hair. I Think That Would Be Funny.