Feminists were psyched that I had armpit hair
I see my albums as working diaries, as living scrapbooks of me and my life.
I wore Nietzsche's eyes. Now that I step back to see, I haven't been me.
Just watching my cats can make me happy.
And she is your holy Mary. And I am so ordinary.
The older I get, the more I see that there really aren't huge zeniths of happiness or a huge abyss of darkness as much as there used to be. I tend to walk a middle ground