Hair Is Gray And The Firers Are

And My Saab Is So Great I'm Gonna Marry It.

I Know I'm An Acquired Taste - I'm Anchovies. And Not Everybody Wants Those Hairy Little Things.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.

So, You Can Make Me Come, That Doesn't Make You Jesus.

I Found The Secret To Life: I'm Ok When Everything Is Not Ok.