See my first post-the book is out now and the site has been updated.

All I had become was thus painted on my face-vanity-and what i had thus spoken from my vile tongue spewed forth from my juvenile breast of disdain.But this was just the beginning of my surrealistic journey, my make believe “i am the new hoopla” squeezed appropriately, sufficiently, distended in your black box, televising all my oddities up close and effectual. With each new, methodical, despicable movement of my being, i closed my fists around a wretched lie which sought to eradicate my life at an impromptu time and i had built no stomach for the fight. With each new bitterness dispelled formulated by this cruel cold world of which i had become its strange kind, i shut my eyes and with deep complaint muttered words of death and despair, while the hot flames seeped, boiled and burned ablaze under my bottle. I was molding to the likes of mediocrity, vulnerability, having had all the experience of a trained seal, being pushed to the brink of hopelessness,and helpless to perpetuate a flawless, ruinous end.

Imagine being trapped on a tour bus for months on end with a man who's supposed to be your boyfriend/faithful who's hooking up with other girls left and right IN FRONT OF YOU and then having to go out and smile & perform every night. Imagine that same man cutting you off from many of your old friends and monitoring your every move, as if he owned you. And jeez... never mind the pain of the abandonment or abuse she went through growing up.

Denise cleaned herself up and has done well over the past decade.
I'm proud of her and she deserves some f*ing RESPECT for what she's done.
[Edited 12/5/08 0:03am]