december suntan mask

once again i\'ve had the sensation of being in a cheap 1999 movie about the nearby \'apocalypse\'... nights of sorrow were floating above me and the grassy knolls from the dark carshops. at Rainbow Mode\'s house: unsettling yellow and blue windows against pitch black walls.

instead of being attacked by meteor showers in sleep, we decided to rehearsal in a tall building where the agony would make us vanish more quickly.

we escaped from the building into a planet that seemed frozen, but we couldn\'t feel anything. i\'ve seen a woman on a cliffedge near the sea. she was making suntan beneath the numb fingers of the two pale suns. she apparently wore nothing, but her face was a mask she was holding with one hand. i am really frustrated by the pale blue bits of ice that were floating on the transparent sea with ridiculous ripples imported from a computer game