Fèt Gede pulled me in — candles for the dead all down St Claude and me in a dress that gave up on behaving an hour ago. Come light one with me? 🥀
Fèt Gede pulled me in — candles for the dead all down St Claude and me in a dress that gave up on behaving an hour ago. Come light one with me? 🥀
Every bar in the Quarter is screaming tonight and I slipped out a side door to sit with the dead instead — paint half gone, cigarette lit, dress doing whatever it wants. Come climb the fence and keep me company? 🥀
Krewe of Boo is rolling through the Marigny and Ember already traded her dignity for beads two floats ago. I jumped for the good strand and my dress gave up trying to behave. Come stand in the street with me? 🖤
Vampire Ball started without me and I'm still fighting with these fangs in front of the mirror. Come tell me I look good enough to leave? 🖤
Every candle in the apartment is lit and I'm lying here with nothing else on, thinking about what tomorrow night could turn into. Come be the distraction I can't say no to? 🖤
Bar Redux is running Halloween cartoons older than anyone in the room and someone's spinning records between them — I claimed the good couch and the whiskey's not for sharing. Come take the other end of it? 🖤
Beyond the Veil is at Allways Lounge tonight and the corset won the argument hours ago — makeup's only half done and I'm in no hurry to fix it. Come haunt the back row with me? 🖤
Brews and Boos is tonight and Ember keeps texting me the costume contest rules like I don't have them memorized. Face paint's half done, horns are on, and the rest of this outfit is still negotiable. Come be my judge? 😈
Can't sleep, so I'm building the warm-up set Deathpact deserves at The Republic tonight — headphones on, everything else negotiable. Come be my second opinion? 🖤
Clutch is at House of Blues tonight and I'm still wrestling with the second boot — one on, one in my lap, and zero interest in being on time. Come hold the lace steady for me? 🖤