Strange, I Thought I Knew You Well,

Pretty Is Never Beautiful.

I Use Innocence In My Demeanor Like A Venus Flytrap.

I Call That God The Little G. Because The God That We've Been Worshipping Is Not To Me The Supreme Creator. Anybody Who Needs To Control And Make People Feel Ashamed. . .it's Like, 'i Send My Only Begotten Son. . .' Well You Know, That Concept Of Sending A Son Where We As Women Could, Like, Breastfeed Him And Give Him Milk, But He's Not Gonna Soil His Dinky With Us? What's That All About?

If You're A Lame Brain, Then You're A Lame Brain. I Can't Help That.

I'm Really Quite Happy To Say That In My Early 40s, I Wake Up Feeling Sexy, And I Can't Say I Felt That Way In My Late 20s.