Go West(world): Mortisville’s Birthday Extravaganza
Join the club.
We’ve earned the right by possessing a certain level of sanity, dammit. Why deny it?
And don’t worry. There are no balding synth pop Londoners here.
We communicate only in French Electro.
An audio visual outing to Westworld, this’ll finally be the night when external reality reflects the festering reality of your cynical soul.
Dress to regress, drink to repress, drink to excess ’til the sun’s ingress.
But we digress.
Nope. Nope. Stress fracture.
Sorry, thought we were going somewhere with that.
But it was just another loop.