Stained

I know of no one who considers themself a veteran. A Venetian, maybe. A Venusian, most definitely. A Velvet Undeground-ian … well, that’s me.

I play “Sister Ray” everyday. I start each day with 17+ minutes of “a good time … just like Sister Ray said” before I get out of bed. If I don’t start my day in this way, I don’t get out of bed. And I get out of bed everyday. So you may imagine my life as one of utmost principle and decorum. It is. While it’s “no way to earn a dollar,” I know how to “hit it sideways.” I am most adept. That is all you need know.

Life is distortion and static.

Life is full of stained carpets.

What I’m Reading:

“This isn’t, on her part, a lie. Humanity really did believe it would be around for much longer than this. No one and nothing would ever trigger a human extinction event to save the planet, people believed.”

— Debbie Urbanski / After World: A Novel