Parade at seven, then the Vampire Ball runs till sunrise, so this costume has to survive ten straight hours. Gown's on, collar's buckled, fangs are still sitting in their packet on the dresser. Come haunt Sixth Avenue with me?
Parade at seven, then the Vampire Ball runs till sunrise, so this costume has to survive ten straight hours. Gown's on, collar's buckled, fangs are still sitting in their packet on the dresser. Come haunt Sixth Avenue with me?
Halloween is officially here and my body decided we're celebrating at an hour God forgot. Cookies for the High on Fire crowd are in progress and this apron is carrying the entire outfit. Tell me you'd lick the spoon.
Halloween weekend starts in about fourteen hours and I'm already out here on the fire escape before the city's awake, scheming. This coat is the only thing between me and the cold and honestly I'm losing interest in it. You'd come up here and keep me warm, right?
YHWH Nailgun at Warsaw tonight has me too wired to pretend sleep is an option. Might as well be comfortable about it. Tell me what you'd do if you walked in right now.
Devil Master at Vitus tomorrow means the battle jacket earns a new patch — coffee's gone cold and I'm not even sorry. Tell me you'd thread the needle for me.
Neurosis has Warsaw both nights this weekend and High on Fire closes it out on Halloween — my week just became a four-show problem and I haven't even gotten out of bed to deal with it. Come be my plus one.
Sold-out Blackbraid tonight and the corpse paint goes on before anything else does — the rest of me can sort itself out after. Tell me you'd do the other eye.
This corset has been staring at me all morning and Cradle of Filth being at Warsaw tonight means it wins. Trouble is, lacing it properly takes a second pair of hands and I plan on making that job difficult. Tell me you'd pull it tighter.
Found a grind bill at Lucky 13 for tonight and sleep just got cancelled without a trial. Grilled cheese is the only sane response to a lineup that ugly. Tell me you'd split it with me.
Worldpeace DMT is about to go on at Baby's All Right and I'm still standing here with nothing picked and nothing on. Talk me into the black dress or talk me out of it.