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the undead squirm in their cocktail dresses while Lucien and I powder our faces
The bones of the dead lay everywhere around and underneath the feet of the living
I note that she is pretty, but we are off into the city, my werewolf friend and I
Our eyes reflect the light of dead suns
Thrown away bits
What I learned from fingertips under the table
The Wedding Party
hair powder
powder preservation
Clive Barker's Undying
And we killed him and he's dead.
Song of Ceber 34: The Breathless
Elegant Gothic Lolita
Insensate revellers lulled by the howls of the unshriven dead
Yankee Doodle
Impudent
wig
Britney Spears
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