I Spell 'god' With A Small 'g'

It's All Right For A Woman To Be, Above All, Human. I Am A Woman First Of All.

He Does Not Need Opium. He Has The Gift Of Reverie.

When You Possess Light Within, You See It Externally.

I'm Awaiting A Lover. I Have To Be Rent And Pulled Apart And Live According To The Demons And The Imagination In Me. I'm Restless. Things Are Calling Me Away. My Hair Is Being Pulled By The Stars Again.

I Seek The Real Stuff Of Life. Profound Drama.