Snow begins, grows, dries to tiny blinking ice sparkle. In the quiet, a crunch. I turn, meine friends die caribou have come at last for tea.

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) December 12, 2012

Morgen wind howls und scours kristallweiß expanse of arctic plain to kick up ephemeral schnee-devils, fleeting as memory of we immortal.

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) December 5, 2016

Beneath majestic dome of mein grand Observatorium, in candlelight of vacuum tubes, ein electrostatic hum, low spit fuzz. Soon I will begin.

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) December 4, 2016

Volkane in der Norden, mein Snowpalace melts away, its mystic molecules join to rivulets clawing at das Meer. I awake, blink away snowdust.

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) December 2, 2016

Time, you tempt mit unfettered flow. To succumb und wake again beneath different Konstellationen. Instead I sing. You are not mein enemy.

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) December 1, 2016

The day has come at last, at last to choose your way, meine Kinder. To go into future, or into madness? Time to be good people, hoo hoo hoo!

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) November 8, 2016

Meeresboden, where eeriest of ancient drowned geist do haunt greedily the similarly fated. There I go for Halloween spook, somber und eager.

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) November 1, 2016

Halloween party today in Snowpalace! Walrus friends come as muskox, who come as zombie caribou. Santanomi is so confused und delighted!

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) October 31, 2016

Silly elfen making holocaust cloaks for crazy Halloween kostüme. So tall und wobbly, oh mein Gott! You will fall onto faces, I tell them!

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) October 29, 2016

Dear Kinder awake, oh have I waited. Let free your common humanity, 'tis sacred, born of Erde, der erste Traum. Ich liebe euch alle, always.

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) October 26, 2016

Santanomi neue zen activity: blocking alle ads here. Oddly satisfying, hoo hoo! How many more to go? Only weird stuff left now, hoo hoo hoo!

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) October 25, 2016

Amid playful gyrations Moonward do meine marbles fall, once aclack in hidden pockets, now to paff into regolith, neue archipelago of krater.

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) October 22, 2016

This horrible man's face is at once frost-bitten und aflame, sere as Martian desertscape und melting like evil waxy mask of death.

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) October 20, 2016

Santanomi has spied many dozens of politic debate during the years, but ach du meine Güte, this is one real zwei-faust head clutcher. Igitt!

— Santa Klaus Nomi (@SantaKlausNomi) October 10, 2016