I'm Relating To A Period That Doesn't

I Don't Even Think About The Word. But I Do Have Certain Things Where I Just Go, "aaaaahhh," Irritatingly Boring And Insistent Because I Want It To Look That Way And I Can Do It - I Don't Even Know If You'd Call It Passion Or Obsession. Obsession, Possibly, But I Really Love What I Do.

That Kind Of Woman Who Used To Be There At The Time Is Not Here Any Longer. In 10 Years, People Disappear. But I Fantasize Still About Those Kinds Of Women, And That Kind Of Life That Doesn't Really Exist Any Longer.

When Somebody Wants To Work And Believes In Something, It Doesn't Matter If You're Well Known Or Rich Or Whatever It Is.

I Do Enjoy My Own Company. I Cannot Imagine Anybody Entertaining Me More Than I Do. If It Sounds Selfish, I Don't Care. I Made It A Religion Almost.

I'm Always Kind Of Contradictory To What People Want And What's Selling. But Maybe I Should Care Now Because I Have Two Or Three More Outlets. I Have To Be More Adaptable Color-wise To What People Want. It's Usually Just Black And Pink, And That's It.