the past few months have rapidly vanished even by my own standards
and while it is almost 2am and i just got home dead tired, still i sit here keeping my promise.
it's cold. it's warm. then it's cold again. and i would have really loved to spend this year surfing or enjoying Rastafarian cigs or both. for me and a handful of people who will never leave, it's one dive bar then the next.
in all the chaos i have managed to whip up some new art for you. and if you stop by you might catch a glimpse of our new flick as well.
because weather is mundane and the recession is depressing. and there's no doubt, things are changing.
i trust the sky won't cave.
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