last of summer

keep your cheeks dry, beach bums, summer ain't over yet - because it never began. yep, the universe pounded over its roof which is also itself (to horribly paraphrase Amado Bajarias' storm of a poem Happiness in Other Planets) the past coupla months. if you ask me, am all for this erratic weather; at least it makes things interesting, even fashion. imagine girls in bikinis and rain boots. or guys in leather jackets over tank tops ala 70s/80s action stars. sexxxay.

this is really just formalizing it but lemme begin this brooding-in-your-bed season with an old one by Cake. pour on, universe.




We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station

While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old, skipping record

Beyond the suns that guard this roof
Beyond your flowers of flaming truths
Beyond your latest ad campaigns

An old man sits collecting stamps
In a room all filled with Chinese lamps
He saves what others throw away
He says that he'll be rich someday

We know of an ancient radiation
That haunts dismembered constellations
A faintly glimmering radio station

While Frank Sinatra sings "Stormy Weather"
The flies and spiders get along together
Cobwebs fall on an old skipping record