A friend of mine has a big farm in the desert and she picks up feathers and roadkill for me then makes it into clothes. I think it's cool to wear roadkill. If I died and somebody wanted to wear my teeth around their neck to VMAs I'd feel honored.

When I'm bored or tired of being blonde I'll throw on a wig. It's a lot less of a permanent way to change your look and I have about 10 - all different colors shapes bobs long hair short feathered.

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.

Swift speedy time feathered with flying hours Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.