"...I look at the trees grow older..."
It just got below freezing and I want it to keep it up. The wind and leaves and me getting to wear my trenchcoat and not sweat. I want it to snow.
Lately the smiles have come from seeing 8 by 12 prints of Brno. I'm running out of paper.
For Halloween I will be the Man With No Name. Black Jeans and Cigarillos ahoy.
I depressed myself this weekend writing pages and pages of my saddest screenplay. Seasonally, shouldn't I be working on the zombie movie?
Print of the day: Forest of Andrew Ghost Twins (working title)
MUSIC: clinic: the majestic