This one's going on my next album, which I'm hell-bent on making. I haven't always been hell-bent on making it. But I am now.

It was a terrifying moment, and a moment of sheer relief, ... I saw that there was exactly enough room in the soft tissue betweenthe outside of my face, and the beginning of my skull, there was just enough room to hold that bullet.

I think the shock of the event prevents you from feeling anything. I did not feel any pain at all.

I touched myself and it was blood all over my hands,

I touched myself and it was blood all over my hands, and my clothes,

I guess when I look over my shoulder at other designers, I feel like people are so definitive. It's so clear to me what their aesthetic is, what they're projecting. And I look at my own work and I think, Who could ever decipher what the hell is going on?