Blood On The Dance Floor, Jeffree Star

The Scene is Dead Tour 2012

Blood On The Dance Floor

Jeffree Star

Davey Suicide, consider me dead

Wed, December 12, 2012

7:00 pm

The Glass House

Pomona, CA

$15.00 - $20.00

Blood On The Dance Floor
Blood On The Dance Floor
Once apon a time there was a boy named Dahvie Vanity.. And one day he decided he wanted to create something amazing.. That no one had ever done before.. And he wrote a song about sex. But not just any song.. A building block for the crazy world he was building for all of us. And then.. He met his match.. His missing piece..Everything he could ask for. A sick ghoul named Jayy von monroe. Instantly it took off.. Fast hard and huge. And they together made the frankenslut monster of today. BOTDF with a few goregasms chronic masturbation..slapping hoes.. and glitter orgies the eargasm your about to intake is like no other. and that is the story of blood on the dance floor
Jeffree Star
Jeffree Star
I'm a billboard, advertising your aging confidence, self-destruction and sagging self-esteem.

The appearance of my own body is cut and dissected every time I breathe. My horror of beauty is not when I'm laying naked on the bathroom floor, but when I'm staring at myself, wondering what's underneath the painted-on feelings and made-up eyes. I'm not a fucking beauty queen. When I walk into the bathroom, I'm not getting pretty.. I'm destroying myself. Repairing myself from the damage I've done. Whether YOU like it or NOT. The ceiling of fear crashes down on me when I pick up the latest fashion magazine and find that no one else looks like me. But what is ME? Where has the word "real" gone to? Maybe reality is blonde hair, plastic body parts, tan skin and porcelain teeth? I think it's sweaty skin, smeared lipstick and a big mouth, being afraid of nothing and truly LOVING yourself without BEING someone else. The vanity sanctuary will keep me safe and you can try to break me down but you're only hurting yourself, just like you're supposed to be doing.

I'll be dying in my makeup and you'll be dying without it. Did you have a point? Because somewhere in your own special ugliness you lost meaning and I forgot what you said. So center the text and write some more, it's all mine..and its all needneedneed.
Memememememe.

You're famous last words were forgotten because no one was listening. Quite time now, surgery isn't an option.

They said I'd never be anything but who has the world watching them? Who has such amazing and dedicated fans? People need to hate me because they hate themselves. They want to believe the rumors about me because they don't have their own rumors. I'm here to stay, with my diamond rims and pink lipstick, so get used to it and worry about yourself before you try and be negative towards me.

I'm a getaway car for real feelings. I'm your Miss Methamphetamine, the truth shoved up your nose. Smile, with your gasoline teeth and forced empathy. Let me be the one thing that makes your heart break because you can't help it. You need someone like me to make you feel wrong.
Davey Suicide
Davey Suicide
The name SUICIDE is a constant reminder that unless we kill ourselves, there is no ceiling for what we are capable of.

DREAMING KEEPS US ALIVE.
consider me dead
consider me dead
Hailing from central Arizona Consider Me Dead is a relatively new band with the drive and passion to bring their music and explosive stage presence to the world. Comprised of two of Arizona's most talented young musicians, this band brings a hard hitting sound that is not easily overlooked. Virtually exploding onto today's music scene as one of the most anticipated groups of their generation

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Venue Information:
The Glass House
200 W. Second St
Pomona, CA, 91766
http://www.theglasshouse.us/