Carbon Made Only Wants To

Adolescence Is That Time When I Think, It Can Be- It's The Cruelest Place On Earth. It Can Really Be Heartless.

I Don't Really Cook. There Are Caterers, And My Husband Cooks.

An Interview Will Seem Very Sane To Me, And I'll Find Out That The Journalist Was Laughing Out Of The Side Of His Mouth Half Of The Time.

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?

I'm Very At Home Working With Mythology.