A Cannon Fires Only Once But Words

I Was A Clubber In The Nineties. I Went Dancing Every Week.

I Write Constantly, So It Flows From One Project To The Next, And I Would Edit Everything Endlessly If I Had The Chance. I Can Always See Ways To Improve What I've Done. At The Same Time, Knowing It's All An Ongoing Life's Work Allows Me To Be Less Precious About Blind Alleys, Failed Experiments, And Misfires.

Superhero Science Has Taught Me This: Entire Universes Fit Comfortably Inside Our Skulls. Not Just One Or Two But Endless Universes Can Be Packed Into That Dark, Wet, And Bony Hollow Without Breaking It Open From The Inside. The Space In Our Heads Will Stretch To Accommodate Them All. The Real Doorway To The Fifth Dimension Was Always Right Here. Inside. That Infinite Interior Space Contains All The Divine, The Alien, And The Unworldly We’ll Ever Need.

Superman Loves Everyone. He's Like Jesus Except He Punches People.

I Will Rise From The Darkness, Shining Like The Morning Star. Illuminated Woman Am I.