It's Not Really Cool Any More To

People Ask Me Why I Wear Veils. I Reply, I Am Mourning. Mourning What? Well I Figure Something Shitty Must Be Going On Somewhere.

If Anyone Tells You That You Can't Achieve Your Dreams, Or Puts You Down, Make Your Hand Into A Claw And Tell Them You're A Little Monster And You Can Do Whatever The F*** You Want.

Love Is The New Denim Or Black

In The Deepest Hour Of The Night I Confess To Myself Three Things; I Would Die If I Was Forbidden To Write, Forbidden To Love, Or Forbidden To Fashion....love Each Other, And Celebrate The Art And Lifestyle Of Music.

Let The Blood And The Bruises Define Your Legacy.