Forbidden and Heathen at Vitus Thursday, so the battle vest is getting fresh patches tonight instead of sleep. Nothing else made it on with the needle going. Come hold the fabric steady for me, baby?
Forbidden and Heathen at Vitus Thursday, so the battle vest is getting fresh patches tonight instead of sleep. Nothing else made it on with the needle going. Come hold the fabric steady for me, baby?
Halloween is officially dead and the only ritual left is a giant recovery pot of pasta. Cooking in whatever survived the weekend, which wasn't much. Come claim the first bowl, baby.
Neurosis AND High on Fire at Vitus back to back, and my Halloween paint is only half off because sleep lost the argument again. Tell me honestly — do I wash it off or go as the same ghoul twice, darling?
Costume verdict is in and High on Fire gets the full effect at Vitus tonight. All your guesses were wrong by the way — any closer now, baby?
Halloween eve and I'm elbow-deep in pumpkin guts with High on Fire waiting for me at Saint Vitus tomorrow. The costume plan is already better than anything this pumpkin had going. Take one guess what I'm going as, baby.
Twenty years of Nekrogoblikon at Brooklyn Bowl tonight, so the goblin paint goes on before anything else does. You'd hold my jacket in the pit, right darling?
Sixteen years since Ink & Dagger played this city and doors are closer than my closet suggests. The outfit pile is winning and honestly, so am I. Tell me which piece stays on longest, baby.
Devil Master tomorrow means the black claws go on tonight, and I do my best paint work with nothing else on. Keep me steady till this dries, darling.
Blackbraid is sold out at Saint Vitus tonight and I've been ready since the coffee hit — the shirt just didn't make the cut. Tell me the boots carry the whole look, darling.
New body horror flick just dropped and I'm watching it alone in the dark, which was a terrible idea. Someone come hold me during the gross parts — or sit behind me, whatever works, darling.