I’m in Sarajevo. I’m on my own. I’m about to get on a train. On that train I shall sleep. I’ve been pushing a bit hard lately and I’ve reached a limit.
Stoya was in bed with Amanda Palmer recently. I think a newspaper owned by Rupert Murdoch (spits on floor) would say they cavorted. This makes me think that they are both unreasonably lucky.
If I’m mildly lucky, on my train I will dream of one of them, or both. Good night, world.