I Wanted To Marry Lucifer. I Feel

I Use Innocence In My Demeanor Like A Venus Flytrap.

My Father Was A Preacher In Maryland And We Had Crab Feasts - With Corn On The Cob, But No Beer, Being Methodist - Outside On The Church Lawn.

The Truth Lies In Between The 1st And The 40th Drink

Guys Would Sleep With A Bicycle If It Had The Right Color Lip Gloss On. They Have No Shame. They're Like Bull Elks In A Field.

Healing For Me Is Being Able To Sit Next To The Butcher And Say 'yes, I’m Sitting Next To The Butcher Now,' Instead Of Saying 'there Is No Butcher'.