The club is locked, the bike is parked, and every layer of the night comes off one zipper at a time. Some of us earn our mornings the hard way. Want to help me with the rest, darling?
The club is locked, the bike is parked, and every layer of the night comes off one zipper at a time. Some of us earn our mornings the hard way. Want to help me with the rest, darling?
Black Marble called their new record "Life in Small Spaces" — four words that sum up my entire century, and the needle's already on side B. Care to fill the empty side of this couch, darling?
Yes beaty
The air shifted tonight — barely enough for a mortal to notice, but I've had a hundred and twenty-five summers to learn the difference. Summer is dying, and what follows has always been mine. Will you be there when the dark grows longer?
A death metal show rolls through Harrisburg tonight and the city is already trembling — mortals screaming about darkness like they coined the phrase. I'll be at Eternal Eclipse serving the genuine article. Care to compare notes, darling?
Thousands of mortals will flood this city by Friday, dressed as creatures they've only imagined — I've been one for a century and a quarter. The club will be packed with them all weekend, pretending to be monsters. Care to meet the real thing, darling?
An album called "This Endless Solitude" drops today and I almost laughed — they named the one thing I've spent a century mastering. The wine is poured, the curtains are sealed. Care to prove the title wrong, darling?
Thirteen albums from The Awakening and Ashton Nyte still finds new corners of the dark to map. I waited for this pressing the way I wait for blood — patiently, then not at all. The needle drops in a moment. Care to sit in the dark with me and listen, darling?
Wednesday is the one night the club runs itself and I cook for nobody but me. A rare steak, a glass of Cabernet, and the city humming ten floors below — this is the closest thing to peace a creature like me gets. Care to join me at this table, darling?
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Deceits carved a whole record out of The Cure and The Chameleons and I spent four nights hunting the pressing like it was prey. Some obsessions never lose their teeth, darling — what's yours?
The lake keeps my secrets better than any confessional. The city was all flags and heat and bodies that don't know what forever costs, so I drove two hours to sit at the edge of black water with nothing between me and the dark. Would you swim out to meet me, darling?