I am a work in progress Dressed in the fabric of a world unfolding Offering me intricate patterns of questions Rhythms that never come clean And strengths that you still haven't seen

It don't take a weather man to look around and see the weather, Jeb said he'd deliver Florida folks and boy did he ever, and we hold these truths to be self evident number one George W Bush is not president. Number two America isn't a true democracy. And number three the media is not fooling me.

But in the garden of simple, where all of us are nameless, you were never anything but beautiful to me.

I turned my pain into art and my hard work into a career. Helping myself has helped others. helping others has helped me.

I always try and stay one step ahead of people, not looking like I looked like last week, so I can be as anonymous as possible and part of it is just for me. It is fun to just come up with new and bizarre colors for each area of your body and things like that, but there are some parts of it that I just keep wanting to negate myself. I hate waking up in the morning and recognizing the woman in the bathroom mirror.

I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.

There's a crowd of people harbored in each person There are so many roles that we play.