December 5 Lucifer

VEN A MI. Twenty-four hours before the show and the concert is coming my way, a courtesy to me! The first time anybody has thrown me a fete. Sure, there have been black masses and secret tete-a-tetes . . . but when has one of the movie stars or misfits sent me a simple card requesting my presence at a big premiere, a cocktail mixer, even a simple office party fuck rice aches? But now they're coming by the thousands to visit lovesick little old me, cheer me in the damp and stuffy squalor I call home. I'm genuinely touched! Leave it to the blooming deadly nightshade in my otherwise-wilted boutonniere: the Soiling Romans. Dem's my boys!



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