I'm A Fine Artist Working In A

My Heart Is Broken In The Face Of The Stupidity Of My Species.

I Get The Urge For Going/but I Never Seem To Go.

You Can Give Me 400,000 Hostile People And I Won't Even Break Sweat. If You Give Me 200 Adoring People, My Mouth Will Dry Out.

I Believe That I Am Male And I Am Female.

I've Got 50 Different Tunings In The Guitar.