If We're All Going To Hell In

I Can Remember Every Outfit I Wore To Every Party Going Back To 1983.

It's A Spooky Thing To Be Left Alone Inside An Angry Innerverse.

People Die All Around Us All The Time. Drop Like Flies. Overdose. Aids. Sometimes They Kill Themselves. People Come. They Go. Dying Is The Same As Rehab Or Moving Back To Missouri. It Just Means I Won't Be Seeing Them Again

I'm Not Addicted To Drugs, I'm Addicted To Glamour.

I Can Be An Incredibly Fabulous Person, And I Don't Have To Be In The Highest Heels, The Tallest Wig, The Skimpiest Outfit.