…nur – Glam thinks he´s a faerie, maybe. Maybe the water nymph-thingy played into this. But you might be getting some radical faerie thoughts soon. Then again, you might not. We´ll see. Until then we think happy porny thoughts. Blessed are the sinners. I do belive. I do. I do.

(Actually – to make the connection – don´t you think Katia´s piece would make Devendra become gay and fall in love with me? You know – if you (or he) can´t read my blog language-barrier-wise, the closest thing to getting an idea of my soul really is that sculpture. Freaks me out a little. But not in a bad way. But it does, in a Joyce Carol Oates meets Angela Carter and Kurt Cobain and Kate Bush kind of faerie way.)

Oh well yeah. Drunk blogging. I know. Aber ich lösch es morgen trotzdem nicht.