Even if you weren't a Tori Amos fan in the mid-to-late '90s, the odds are good that you knew a few of us who were.
Our Kool-Aid dyed hair and witch-length skirts helped visually amplify our hormonal angst to the surrounding world. As did our notebooks -- scribbled with words about nicotine patch addiction, little earthquakes, spinning in circles and other cryptic riddles that only Our Great Lady Guardian, Tori Amos, fully understood.
She's in town tonight at the AT&T Performing Arts Center in support of her 14th album, Unrepentant Geraldines. But if you've explored the ladies rooms of your favorite Dallas bars, you might think she's been here all along.
We went ahead and collected our favorite pieces of bathroom poetry so you could decide: Is it a Tori Amos lyric, or a girl shitting with a pen? Click through to find out.