its my birthday this Sunday, and this is how it should be organized
i want a room with crushed red and purple velvet curtains, lighting the room would be sparsely place red and black candles everyone will be drinking red wine out of goblets, the music will be BauHaus, Sisters of Mercy or Lords of the New Church, or some obscure French Cold Wave Band, you know tunes of that ilk.
In the middle of the room a large naked powder-white woman lays on a couch with a cask wine goon bag strapped to the back of her head with the pourer against her neck, so it seems as if her OWN BLOOD is being drunk! Plus everyone will have to call me Lestat and nobody is allowed to be better dressed then me, everyone's be smoking opium o o o o o o and NOBODY IS allowed to complain that my party sucks, only appropriate themed issues like these examples;
'errr life is so bright'
'The best moisturizer is my own tears'
"i love her because she pain's"
" joy is constipation"
"on my anti-depressants I don’t need my cock"
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