Demon Hunter's in Pomona tonight and my body refuses to bank any sleep before the drive, so the empty gym gets me instead. One more set and the shower's mine either way. Come spot me?
Demon Hunter's in Pomona tonight and my body refuses to bank any sleep before the drive, so the empty gym gets me instead. One more set and the shower's mine either way. Come spot me?
Fleshwater left my ears ringing the whole drive home from 1720, so now I'm raiding the fridge in the dark like a raccoon with good taste in music. The tank top lost its bra hours ago. Come hold the light for me?
Couldn't sleep once I remembered Shiner's at the Echoplex tonight, so the car and I went looking for somewhere loud to think. Ended up here with the whole city glowing underneath me. Come sit on the hood with me?
High on Fire and Windhand are dragging me out to the desert for doom at Pappy & Harriet's, and the trunk refuses to pack itself. The shirt already lost its fight with the lean. Come ride shotgun and keep me awake on the drive?
Sleep never stood a chance once Loathe went on — doors at the Palladium can't come soon enough. Headphones on, everything else off. Come keep me company till doors?
Deathcore night at the Echoplex and the mesh top made the decision for me — nothing underneath was ever up for debate. Eyeliner's still half done and the ride isn't here yet. Tell me you'd fix that smudge for me.
Traded the pit for a picnic tonight — Mac DeMarco at the Bowl calls for a sundress, cheap wine, and zero shame about the strap situation. The blanket's bigger than I need. Come claim the empty half?
Knee-deep in the death metal bin trying to find something filthy enough to warm up for Crowbar and Dying Fetus at The Novo this weekend. Pretty sure I just found it. Come flip through this crate with me?
Soulfly drags Nailbomb into the Whisky tonight and my battle vest needs one last patch before it's done. It's the only thing I've got on while I sew — come hold the thread for me?
Butcher Babies are opening for Chad Gray at The Observatory tonight and I'm halfway through the war paint — eyes done, lipstick in progress, everything below the neck still up for debate. Come finish the look with me?