It is 00:00. No music is playing, only silence. On the last day, people finally came. Then, quite many of them left when we started to discuss taking the clothes off. We were not prepared, the wide and not very defined thing that could have happened perhaps did not happen. Somehow though, there was a party, so much even, that the bar is all purple and stained now. And this blog post is one day late. Some who said that they came and did not participate in any way said the show was great, and some who participated in everything said it was bullshit.
It is 01:40. Accordion music is finally playing on tv. We might now be anti hormone war activists and negation of negation of post-post nokia, or something like that. The situation is getting out of control. Our emblem is taking on forms - charged by an ear-ripping thunderbolt strike next to the building. Sauna is becoming gilded, hot, and stocked with baby water. Horse art keeps sprouting. We have at least three acts booked for the funeral party, but we do not know if they will actually do something. The moon is full. The end is nigh.