I'm Like A One-woman Protest Machine.

I'm Like A One-woman Protest Machine.

I'm Nihilistic, Antagonistic, Violent, Horrible - But Not Obliterated, Yet. I Just Refuse To Be Beaten Down. I Think It's Stubborness That Keeps Me Going.

I'm Completely Optimistic - I Know The End Is Coming!

Just Because My Bank Account Hasn't Swelled Astronomically I Don't Consider Myself Any Less Of A Success.

I Had To De-program Myself. From Myself. Had To Reinvent Rituals Of Purification. So Full Of The Vagrant Pollutions Of Others. It Was Time To Detox. Not Only From Alcohol, Sex, And Drugs, But From Needy Leeches Who Looked To Swab Me With Their Sores. Detox From My Own Needy Lechery. Had To Locate The Center Wound And Cauterize. Undo The Original Sin, The Origin Of My Sickness...had To Learn To Replace Them, It, Want, Hurt, Anger, Sorrow, Loss, With Power, Healing, Wisdom, Fulfillment, Satisfaction.