I Was Never Somebody Who Grew Up

I've Gone Through Stages Where I Hate My Body So Much That I Won't Even Wear Shorts And A Bra In My House Because If I Pass A Mirror, That's The End Of My Day.

I’m Amorous But Out Of Reach / A Still Life Drawing Of A Peach.

I Really Don't Think Anything I Do Is A Mistake. It Could Be If I Didn't Learn From It.

My Heart Went Cold And Only Hollow Rhythms Resounded From Within, But Then He Rose, Brilliant As The Moon In Full And Sank In The Burrows Of My Keep, And All My Armor, Falling Down, In A Pile At My Feet.

It's True/ I Do Imbue My Blue Unto Myself/ I Make It Bitter.