I want to sit with my legs wide open and laugh so loud that the whole damn restaurant turns and looks at me.
I wore Nietzsche's eyes. Now that I step back to see, I haven't been me.
Far away, to an infinite world I escape. I'm clear and calm, I'm unafraid. Sunless days, in my sheltered milkyway. In Saturn's rings I feel no pain.
And she is your holy Mary. And I am so ordinary.
I don't like to sit and bask in my own awards. Awards represent artistic death to me.
I'm raising my daughter with her grandparents in the picture, and that feels good.