Andrew Bird was brilliant. As I type, there is this peculiar sound that keeps repeating in my head. At first I simply could not figure out what it was, until a sudden spark made me realize it was a high whistling note of Scythian Empires from this evening, reoccurring over and over again.
five day forecast bring black tar rains and hellfire
while handpicked handler's kid gloves tear at the inseams
Today day was amazing. Everything about it. To steal from The Perks of Being a Wallflower, it felt infinite. I will write a much fuller and more descriptive blog later as the night isn't getting any younger.