A Dark place......
to brood to mourn to spend the night Sponsored by Goth-Stapo, the ONLY Goth Faschion Bootiqque. (shop there, or we'll tell everyone about that time you wore jeans.) Live Event Info: This Saturday Vertiginous Catatonia, |
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Come Mope with us GAWTHIC bois and gyrls
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Located in the dark heart of the city where light fears to shine
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INFO: The Pastyface Masquerade is a club for 18+....but if you look pretentious enough we'll still let you in. The club is replete with atmosphere..... smoky haze swirls around the black cloaked figures, standing silently on the dancefloor, staring longingly at themsleves in the mirror. Lovely, night enchantresses with ten miles of cleavage hobble gracefully on their five foot patent leather stilts. Wanderers of the twillight sway back and forth, clinging to their beer bottles like idols of a forsaken age, and weep for what has been lost forever.
Come...bring your pain, your inner torment, your socially disfunctional tendencies, your over blown egos to our beloved haven for the damned--The Pastyface Masquerade. Forget your troubles, and suffer to the sound of your favorite music. |
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Sunday |
In Poore Tayste
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A night of crusty old Goth with DJ Tuberculosis. Droop over the ashtray to your favorite tunes!
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Monday |
Unstable DJ Night
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Every week, a different dysfunctional DJ! No 2 are the same...Just like snowflakes! And they disappear just as quickly!
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Tuesday |
Darque Poope
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DJ Rectavia spins tunes to stand in the middle of the dancefloor to!
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Wednesday |
Induced Vomiting
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DJ Van Gogh uses his one good ear
to spin some really bad shit that even epileptics can't convulse to. |
Thursday |
Thud
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DJ Drill Press bores holes in your skull, playing hardcore Industrial that makes a cat in a microwave sound like music.
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Friday |
Headhunter Remix Night
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With DJ Stagnant.
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Saturday |
Turntable Nightmare
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With DJs Malaria, Venerao, and Steve. One booth. Three egos. Four hours of torture.
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Ways to start a polite conversation
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What not to say
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So, what's your favorite shade of black?
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There, there. Don't cry.
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1525 was quite a year, wasn't it?
All those burnings..... |
Excuse me, but your face is running.
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Say, you look a bit down this evening.
Mind if i join you? |
So, what kind of noise do those vinyl pants make when you peel them off?
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I'd give anything to be bored right now.
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So..., like, the electricity went out and I had NO CANDLES.
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So, what kind of inner torment has been searing through your wounded soul lately?
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Tsk...my god. It's raining. Not again.
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Can I borrow your sunglasses?
These candles are blinding me. |
Thanks, but I just quit smoking.
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Oh my god, I'm bleeding! What an unexpected surprise!
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Really, I have nothing to complain about.
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I just hate that skirt on her, don't you?
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Is there something interesting on the ceiling? |
Just once I wish that my boy/girlfriend would give me back my dresses after he/she borrows them.
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Your stockings have a run.
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