It's a cruel, cruel Summer. On my way back from The Hamptons, as I am writing this, I am not sure what this weekend has in store.
All I know is, when I see girls in a pool, I know there's a god above.

Yes, friends, the spice of life are women in the summer time. I'm telling you, this is the new Summer-of-Love.
A poem:
I Took The Train Home After All
Telling her you love her /
Is dangerous /
When you know there's another /
Who she knows /
Can't stay bound by tether /
He breaks down /
Erupts with molten lava /
She in her gown /
Of cuts and woven honor /
Sheer as coal /
The bitter guest /
The girl of mistakes /
Not liked by the rest /
More than one woman hates /
Acts like a succubus /
At Hell's Fiery Gates /
Meanwhile it's Summer /
Outside is the pool /
He said goodbye to her /
Feeling like a fool /
For saying those words /
Some girls want to hear /
But not this one /
She made it quite clear /
by Sean Allen Fenn - East Hampton
In Other News:
We are going to launch the new official website soon, DGTLHRNE.com! Don't google it now, it's not up yet. It is in the Digital Heroine lab. It's still on the operating table being patched together; about to be pullied up through the ceiling to be activated by lightning.
In the mean time, come to Public Assembly tomorrow night. Sign up on our email list at the Tape Theory merch table and receive a free download card of The Eidolons' album, No One Ever Sticks Around That Long!
-- Post From My iPhone



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