Is She Perverted Like Me? Would She

Well, As A Kid I Did Not Get Shakespeare. I Just Never Understood It.

I Try To Keep A Low Profile In General. Not With My Art, But Just As A Person.

Oh These Little Rejections How They Add Up Quickly, One Small Sideways Look And I Feel So Ungood. Somewhere Along The Way I Think I Gave You The Power To Make Me Feel The Way I Thought Only My Father Could.

The Truth Of Who We Are Is Innate Goodness, And The Whole Journey Is Really About Removing Any Obstacle Or False Belief That Keeps Us From Knowing That

There Is No Better Feeling Than When You Write Something You Know Is A Piece Of You And That, At Some Point, Is Going To Communicate With Someone Else.