It's about time that society accepts people for who they are.

A friend of mine has a big farm in the desert, and she picks up feathers and roadkill for me, then makes it into clothes. I think it's cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs, I'd feel honored.

I'm over dudes trying to look like they're in boy bands.

Life is short and the nights are long, and tonight I moved on.

One fan sent me one tooth, so I made a necklace out of it. But then I found a bunch of my baby teeth, and started realizing I would love to wear a piece of my fans' bodies on me.

I could party in a cardboard box with people who are funny and don't care. For me, it's really about who I surround myself with, so I just try to always be with hilarious people.

Somebody sent me their tooth, which I now wear as an earring. It's a molar, I think. I love it when people send me body parts.