About me: After the fall, good citizens clutched televisions in a daze of electric lust. Power drunk comatose states and the sky fall harder than we thought it would, shattering buildings with tabloid force. Lamposts bent into submission, and time slowed. Someone shouted and the sun was turned off. Rainwater poured out of gutters to wash over concrete, and our sins were forgiven. In the end, we saw everything crystalize in off key beauty. We pulled radiated skin from our bodies, transfixed in a euphoric nightmare, and the great tidal waves will cleanse us. ..
Hmm, two rooms opening up at the shit biscuit in Dec/Jan. Like you'd wanna move up here for the winter. Can't say it's not fun though. Cover band show last night. T'was AWESOME.
