There's a strong, cool breeze blowing through my window tonight, ruffling my hair and shuffling the papers on my desk. Outside trees are shaking and lights flicker between the branches.
It seems to be getting stronger now, rattling our posters, forcing itself on my face.
Things are changing very quickly.
And the end of all things is truly near.
Dry leaves skitter across the window screen.
Apokalipsis?

xxoo

(PS, I made a new flyer:
)

Flux

So hi, blogger world. I'm not really sure what to write about right now. I'm working on a script about a vampire cowboy, which I have decided should be called American Gothic. or maybe Gothic American?
I've been taking a lot more pictures lately.
And my pipe undenting job might be over.

Horizon= uncertian, but invigorating.
/lame diarishy post
xxoo!