January 11th, 2011

  • roybot

pride goeth before the snowfall

i've been glued to the shortwave for days, scouring the frequencies for signs of survivors. the endless swirl of heterodyning static is broken only by the occasional evangelical program, committed to eternal loop before the snowpocalypse shattered our dreams of a benevolent god.

outside, there is silence as the ice descends.

Posted by fuckle