Today I Finally Overcame Tryin’ To Fit

In A Time When Everything Can Be Next Day And Ordered And Put On Credit And Paid For, Music To Me Is Promise, All Promise, Very Little Realization. It's The Promise Of Walking Into A Room With A Guitar And Not Being Sure You Will Leave With An Idea That Will Take, Not Being Sure It Won't Slip Away From You.

It’s My Failure To Sound Like My Heroes That’s Allowed Me To Sound Like Myself.

I Mean There Are So Many Different Colors Of Life, Of Feeling, Of Articulation... So When I Meet Someone Who's An 8-color Type... I'm Like, 'hey Girl, Magenta!' And She's Like, 'oh, You Mean Purple!' And She Goes Off On Her Purple Thing, And I'm Like, 'no - I Want Magenta!'

I've Never Walked Into A Restaurant, Asked For A Table And Been Told, 'we're Full.'

I Don't Jerk Off Because I'm Horny. I'm Sort Of Half-chick. It's Like District 9. I Can Fire Alien Weapons. I Can Insert A Tampon. No, I Do It Because I Want To Take A Brain Bath. It's Like A Hot Whirlpool For My Brain, In A Brain Space That Is 100 Percent Agreeable With Itself.