When I Write, It's Purging

I Don't Think I Realized What Was Going To Be The Hardest Part Of Becaming An Artist Until I Dove Off The Diving Board ... First I Had To Overcome A Pre-speculated Idea Of Me. I Had To Sort Of Burst Through That And Introduce Myself, And That Was The First Hurdle, And Then Now Sing In Front Of Everybody, And Then That Was The Second One, And I'm The Offspring Of - You Know, Who I'm The Offspring Of - I Had A Few Hurdles To Get Through, No Doubt About It. But The Scales Never Tipped In The Other Direction Too Much.

I Take A Situation, Analyse It, Break It Down, Put It In The Form I Want It To Be In, And Then I Toss It Away. Let Somebody Else Go Deal With It.

I Live With The Things That I Love: Art, Furniture, And Objects That I Have Collected Throughout My Travels.

I'm Like A Lion - I Roar. If Someone Betrays Me, I Won't Be A Victim. I Don't Sulk, I Get Angry. I Go Immediately Into Retaliation. But It Always Comes From Insecurity Or Pain.

I Absolutely Refuse To Bare Midriff.