(no subject)
Bits of my skin are still stained with red stage blood, eventhough I thoroughly showered at Joseph's. The calluses on my right hand are stained red, I have red under my fingernails. Last night I went to a show. It was the best show I have EVER seen in my entire life, and probably will ever see. The Masquerade was sold out, but it wasn't as crowded as I expected it to be. I was in front the entire time, getting squished, contorted, and molested for about 2 hours. This concert was worth getting fired over, and definately worth the 30 bucks. They didn't allow cameras, so the only pictures I have are the mental kind. I can draw recreations if anyone wants them. I just can't get over how wonderful last night was. I did not get a syringe full of dirty heroin stuck in my forehead, which disappoints me. Maybe if it was 1988. At any rate. I love Skinny Puppy and Skinny Puppy loves me. <33333333