An Ounce Of Breast Milk Is Even

The Romantic Myth Of The Artist Says That You Are The Source. I Have No Illusion About That. Native Americans Don't Believe They Are The Source. They Have Access To The Source. Endless Access. But Don't Get Confused.

There Is Value In Everybody's Gift. No Matter How Hard To Find Or Strange It Is.

It Took The Love Of A Good Man [to Heal]. When I Was Reverting Back Into My, Let's Say, Perversions, He Would Say: 'let's Go Get An Ice Cream. I Am Not Going To Enable You. If You Can Only Come As A Wanton Woman For Hire, Because You Feel Dirty And Shamed, Then No. Women Are Goddesses.' And I Know That And I Believe That. I Chose A Man Who Believed That, Too.

If All I Can Say Is I'm Not In This Swamp, I'm Not In This Swamp Then There Is Not A Rope In Front Of Me And There Is Not An Alligator Behind Me And There Is Not A Girl Sitting At The Edge Eating A Hot Dog And If I Believe That, Then Dying Would Be The Only Answer Because Then Death Couldn't Come And Say Peachy To Me Anymore And After All She Has A Brother Who Believes In Hope.

Let's Be Honest. You Let Yourself Be Pulled In Because It Felt Good To Be Wanted, Needed. But Then It Went Too Far, As Projected Images Always Do. If It's Not A Real Image, But One That Has Been Projected On To You, Then You Can Keep Up The Masquerade For Only So Long Before The Mask Cracks And The Paint On The Mask Peels Away.