M.'s busy this week. Like, looking for a place and working and shit. Still, he managed to see gothic songstress Chelsea Wolfe at L.A.'s Teragram Ballroom on Wednesday night. As the saying goes, and all I got was a few photos and this text:
M. will write about her again, don't you worry. But I promised him I'd send a post of love out into the dark dark night on the wings of an owl, hoping to reach CW before the next witching hour.