Words Are Like Untying A Corset -

Do You Come To Art To Be Comforted, Or Do You Come To Art To Be Re-skinned?

The Head Has Its Confines. The Head’s Got Those All Right, And The Heart. The Heart Has Its Reasons.

To Be Known So Well By Someone Is An Unimaginable Gift. But To Be Imagined So Well By Someone Is Even Better.

All We Are Is Eyes Looking For The Unbroken Or The Edges Where The Broken Bits Might Fit Each Other.

Fashion Is Fickle, And I Was Published Because I Was Fashionable. Because I Was Gay.