when i grow up, i want to be a sexual predator with knife-like claws and plush lips and laser beam eyelashes. i'd live in a mansion in ethiopia and i'd own a tree full of cherry-making apples. i'd break boy's spirits and i'd impregnate all sorts of unwilling women with artifical insemination and my mean looks. i'd have the ear of the presidents of 67 countries and i would wage wars on other defenseless little countries and steal all their burping babies and gold gilded mirrors. i would be univerally forgiven when i tell them I Saw God And I Saw Stars.