Klaus is in the haus

Nomi. Twist like your sister. If you dare to twist your sister, that is. They'll turn wicked on you, be warned.

Follow, Deep

Drive long. A long drive and perfect weather, but trip's end will find sleep only for the consumed.

Beware the Dark in Day, Light-Bring, Dark Wing

We hear tidings, odd and unproven.

Walla Walla Bing Bang

Bezoumny days up Walla way, and music is in the air. Summer's around the corner and we're tempted to cut a rug, though the New Black Mansion is rug free after too many winter soirees wore them all to dust. Do resist, Lulu, the urge to succumb to this latest dance song mania that grips our sleepy town.

Petals Aloft on Sweet Breeze, We Go Airborne and Rejoice the Day

Friends. Thank you for alighting here for a still moment of ebb from the swirl of the day. Rainbows and peppermint paint the sensory fabric of this moment trapped in pixels and language. Flow, dear ones and embrace the sweet, weird wonder of the now, and peace out. The ethers bear hopeful vibrations and the ectoplasm fairly shimmers this day. All omens look promising. There is nothing so wondrous as a Walla Walla spring. Hot August seems far away, as does the fog of January. Charts are all promising a summer unmatched. This shall be the summer of the nightmare's discontent, exploding as it will across the ectosphere in sanguinous glory.