hedonisticnihil

So Autumn keeps tempting this burg of Seattle with gentle whispers of her love. It is a teasing taunting game, where she suggests her coming beauty. Then just as her whisper is about to climax to a gentle spoken word, Summer screams for this town's dying affection. Summer for today is the victorious lover, while Autumn waits to tantualize us with her slow loved burned colored leaves.
Somehow the show that I am seeing at the showbox tonight with Dug of BTS fame, and James Mercer from the shins seems like a fall show, not the last gasp of summer. C'est la vie, c'est la fucking vie. It should be good no matter what. Especially with the posters.

j.