What Else Is There For Me To

I Keep Telling Everyone That I Want To Start A Revolution But No One Is Taking Me Seriously. If I Had Black Skin And An Afro, Would You Take Me Seriously? If I Was An Arab Waving A Hand Grenade, Would You Take Me Seriously?

Sure, Having My Pictures Taken In The Nude And Doing Things That I Did Got Me In The Door But It Didn't Keep Me In The Room. To Have Lasted As Long As I've Lasted, Obviously, I Have To Have Something More Going For Me.

I Won't Be Happy Until I'm Famous Like God

This Will Be A Revolution Of Inquiring Further, Of Not Worrying About Winning Other People's Approval, Of Not Wishing You Were Someone Else But Perfectly Content To Be Who You Are. Someone Unique, And Rare, And Fearless. I Want To Start A Revolution Of Love.

I Just Like The Idea Of Pills. I Like To Collect Them But Not Actually Take Them. When I Fell Off My Horse, I Got Tons Of Stuff: Demerol And Vicodin And Xanax And Valium And Oxycontin, Which Is Supposed To Be Like Heroin. And I'm Quite Scared To Take Them. I'm A Control Freak.