Tell Me You're Crazy, Maybe Then I'll

I Call That God The Little G. Because The God That We've Been Worshipping Is Not To Me The Supreme Creator. Anybody Who Needs To Control And Make People Feel Ashamed. . .it's Like, 'i Send My Only Begotten Son. . .' Well You Know, That Concept Of Sending A Son Where We As Women Could, Like, Breastfeed Him And Give Him Milk, But He's Not Gonna Soil His Dinky With Us? What's That All About?

The Key Things Are About Power And About Growing Up And Realizing As You Grow Up That There Are Consequences For The Choices You Make, Especially When You Get Seduced By Power.

When You Stop Putting Yourself On The Line, And You Don't Touch Your Own Heart, How Do You Expect To Touch Other People?

Sometimes, I Think Trent Just Needs A Cup Of Hot Chocolate And A Blankie.

If You're A Lame Brain, Then You're A Lame Brain. I Can't Help That.