Art Is The Weapon
Soooooo. 24th October, the day after Hamlet, Sophie and I will be driving up to Manchester to see our favourite boys play the shit out of the Apollo. How fucking rad is that?
Not as fucking rad as it should be, because I need an outfit. And a nickname. And a fucking dye job. I might ask mum about black, and then stick some pink shit in, yeah. But the outifit comes first. Because now, it seems, this Killjoys business is a fucking club. And you gotta be ready. I can't wear black when Danger Days is fucking technicolour, can I? No, exactly. So I need a multitude of colour that makes me look like a fucking walking comic book, or one of Gerard's old pieces of abstract art, and then when that's done, I need a laser gun. Preferably yellow, pink or blue work too.
Because music has turned into a comic book. ♥
So, if any of me f-list could help me out with a rad nickname, that'd be awesome. I was thinking Shadow, for a time, but then that sounds like I'm ripping off Matty-boi, and is also too fucking dark. Maybe Spider? Just because I'd love to be named after my phobia? Spam me with ideas, and also rec colour combos for the gig. I know I'm wearing my badass Way-brother boots, so there'll be some black, but that's it. And my checkered banananadanna because it's obvs required for a Killjoy.
Oh, and just so you know, gratuitous Geeway picspam coming up within the next week. Mother of fuck, I'm going hardcore on them. Might shove a bit of Lyn-Zeeeeee in there too, because, y'know, secret messages to each other on their bodies, matching unicorn tees, oh-so-fucking-classy-parking-lot-make-outs, it's true love bbs. ♥
Peac. xo
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