The sickness of the mother runs on through the girl, leaving her small and helpless. Liquor flies through her brain with the force of a gun, leaving her running in circles.

My God is rock'n'roll.

You can't always trust your mother.

There's only X amount of time. You can do whatever you want with that time. It's your time.

I like mindless disco... they say the lyrics are stupid and repetitious. So what's wrong with that? So is lying in the sun. Not everything has to be serious.

I don't believe in dressing up reality. I don't believe in using makeup to make things look smoother.

Jealousy endlessly eats through my mind, and jealously endlessly makes me be unkind.