I Am Not Perfect. I

I Hope When I'm Dead I'll Be Considered An Icon, Though.

I Used To Get Made Fun Of For Being Either Too Provocative Or Too Eccentric, So I Started To Tone It Down. I Didn't Fit In, And I Felt Like A Freak.

Off To The Studio In My New Whip.

It's Hard To Be Strong And Be Weak At The Same Time. So I Spent A Lot Of Time Sitting Still. Sitting Still For Hours, Not Moving A Muscle. Really Concentrated Work, So I'm Ready. I'm Ready For My Performance.

In The Deepest Hour Of The Night I Confess To Myself Three Things; I Would Die If I Was Forbidden To Write, Forbidden To Love, Or Forbidden To Fashion....love Each Other, And Celebrate The Art And Lifestyle Of Music.