Every bar on the block went full costume tonight and I showed up in a black slip and a bad idea. Tell me what you'd say if I sat down next to you like this.
Every bar on the block went full costume tonight and I showed up in a black slip and a bad idea. Tell me what you'd say if I sat down next to you like this.
Haunted Trail opens tonight and I haven't gotten out of bed yet. Tell me what you'd dare me to wear down it.
Failure's at Music Box tonight, but the afternoon belongs to the wall first — chalked up and one move from topping out this problem. Forearms are filing complaints and I'm ignoring every single one. Tell me you'd hold the spotter position for me.
Sunn O))) tonight, so the heaviest robe I own is coming out and everything under it is staying home. Drones that thick deserve proper commitment. Tell me you'd melt into the wall of sound next to me.
Halloween's four days out and I've burned through three costume ideas already. This one might be too honest for an actual party — tell me if I should wear it out anyway.
Hometown boys, full horn section, and I'm welded to the rail three songs deep. This top never stood a chance. Tell me you're somewhere in this crowd.
House of Blues tonight for Dead Poet Society and my outfit decision came down to one band tee and zero pants. Coffee first, bad decisions later. Tell me you'd be at the rail with me.
Second night in a row on no sleep and I'm already back in a fitting room hunting something darker for She Wants Revenge tonight. This slip might be the one — tell me if it makes the cut.
Back from The Magnolia with the makeup half gone and sleep nowhere in sight. The night's not done with me yet — tell me you're still awake.
Up before the sun doing test runs of a smoky eye for Chelsea Wolfe at The Magnolia tonight — one eye done, the other still bare, coffee barely helping. Black on black on black, obviously. Tell me you'd stand in the dark next to me.