I drink myself to sleep in the dust storm of an old apartment. I forget how to talk to humans. Your goddamn pets and children are nothing more special than sources of food. All my co-workers have resigned. They complained about me placing taxidermy in the elevators and corridors and releasing live reptiles into the kitchens, cubicles, and bathrooms. Fuck your world. I come from a distant planet, where Billy Strange and Lee Hazlewood live and play.