My Goal As A Writer

I Used To Be Monastic, Almost. Now I'm Like A Tibetan That Has Discovered Hamburgers And Television. I'm Catching Up On Americana.

Drag Wasn't Always Counterculture.

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

I Don't Know How To Sell Out. If I Tried To Sell Out I Don't Think I Could.

I Wanna Be Strong, I Wanna Laugh Along, I Wanna Belong To The Living. Alive, Alive, I Wanna Get Up And Jive, Wanna Wreck My Stockings In Some Jukebox Dive.