I am your sputnik, sweetheart. Dull und dignified. Salacious und delirious. Chagrined yet defiant. I am saintly and shit and all that. I'm worth the whole damn bunch put together. Currently in a love-hate relationship with the cosmos. Persistent in its existence, like a forgotten dangling thread hovering around your well-used favorite tee. Nein longer young, reflecting on the neue state of the world. Ignore me as Ich lay here spontaneously combusting und dreaming.