I Quit The Media Game. I'm Out.

I've Always Said I've Got The Coolest Fans, And I Brag About You Like Grandchildren When I Talk To Other Artists.

I Don't Jerk Off Because I'm Horny. I'm Sort Of Half-chick. It's Like District 9. I Can Fire Alien Weapons. I Can Insert A Tampon. No, I Do It Because I Want To Take A Brain Bath. It's Like A Hot Whirlpool For My Brain, In A Brain Space That Is 100 Percent Agreeable With Itself.

I Can't Describe It In Words, But I Can See It In My Head, Its Color, Its Light, Its Shapes, And I've Managed To Synthesize My Love For Myself By Way Of Many Different Reasonings And Processes, And I've Been Able To Really Synthesize My Own Satisfaction And Things That Do It For Me. They've Usually Been Self-taught, Self-instructed, Self-refined. So To Be With Anybody Else Has To Somewhat Lie In That Comfort Zone I've Created With Myself So Well.

If You're Good, And You Know You're Good, And You Know You're Better Than Those People Getting Paid To Do It, You Still Have To Have An Open Ear….nobody's Music Is The Enemy Of Your Music…the Idea That Someone Else Has Made It When They Shouldn't Have Made It Is Toxic Thinking.

I Mean There Are So Many Different Colors Of Life, Of Feeling, Of Articulation... So When I Meet Someone Who's An 8-color Type... I'm Like, 'hey Girl, Magenta!' And She's Like, 'oh, You Mean Purple!' And She Goes Off On Her Purple Thing, And I'm Like, 'no - I Want Magenta!'