There Were Songs I Would Write About

I Can Bake. I Made Myself Some Nice French Fries Once. But Otherwise I Just Eat Out. Lots Of Salad Bars.

Categories Are Gibberish To Me. I Understand - It Helps People Organize Their Thoughts. But You Can't Go Too Far With It.

My Heart Went Cold And Only Hollow Rhythms Resounded From Within, But Then He Rose, Brilliant As The Moon In Full And Sank In The Burrows Of My Keep, And All My Armor, Falling Down, In A Pile At My Feet.

The Way I Feel About Music Is That There Is No Right And Wrong. Only True And False.

I Never Thought I'd Be In A Position Where People Would Be Talking About My Sexuality And Saying How Good I Look In Underwear.