Vampires Rock - A Midsummer Nights Dream

All Vampires Invited. Your Pet's are allowed as well. We expect everyone to respect the various styles of the vampire.

Vampires Rock Attire -- New or Old Style Vampire Costume. Bring with you a little bit of your 'evil' or wild side :)

Let's enjoy an evening of celebration of the Metamorphosis of a Vampire. What better way to celebrate a Mid-Summer Night Evening.
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All Vampires Invited. Your Pet's are allowed as well. We expect everyone to respect the various styles of the vampire.

Vampires Rock Attire -- New or Old Style Vampire Costume. Bring with you a little bit of your 'evil' or wild side :)

Let's enjoy an evening of celebration of the Metamorphosis of a Vampire. What better way to celebrate a Mid-Summer Night Evening.

Date: Saturday July 10th 10pm - 1am (come early for preparty at 9pm)
Where: AMP Rock Lounge at 1909 N Lincoln.
If so inclined, we are determining if we want to do the Wristband Package with 3 hrs drinks included will get you into the Private Dead Sexy service area. Roam the Bar once you get your wristband. Just be sure to RSVP at the link early.

Otherwise its pay as you go my friends ... We just want it to be bad fun :)

http://vampiresrock.eventbrite.com


"Metamorphosis of a Vampire" by Charles Baudelaire (1857)

Meanwhile, from her red mouth the woman, in husky tones,
Twisting her body like a serpent upon hot stones
And straining her white breasts from their imprisonment,
Let fall these words, as potent as a heavy scent:
"My lips are moist and yielding, and I know the way
To keep the antique demon of remorse at bay.
All sorrows die upon my bosom. I can make
Old men laugh happily as children for my sake.
For him who sees me naked in my tresses, I
Replace the sun, the moon, and all the stars of the sky!
Believe me, learned sir, I am so deeply skilled
That when I wind a lover in my soft arms, and yield
My breasts like two ripe fruits for his devouring-both
Shy and voluptuous, insatiable and loath-
Upon his bed that groans and sighs luxuriously
Even the impotent angels would be damned for me!"

When she drained me of my very marrow, and cold
And weak, I turned to give her one more kiss-behold,
There at my side was nothing but a hideous
Putrescent thing, all faceless and exuding pus.
I closed my eyes and mercifully swooned till day:
Who seemed to have replenished her arteries from my own,
The wan, disjointed fragments of a skeleton
Wagged up and down in a new posture where she had lain;
Rattling with each convulsion like a weathervane
Or an old sign that creaks upon its bracket, right
Mournfully in the wind upon a winter's night.

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