Patti Smith

I havent fucked much with the past, but Ive fucked plenty with the future.
Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls Ive caressed.
A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of helen, is my pleasure.
I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the p.a.
Some nights Id surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed.
The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldnt bear to use it.
When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin.