Words from the party people below:
“How will your meat suit age in the dirt suite, fifty or a hundred years later. It could come back in fashion, embarrass your loved ones for generations to come or, shudder, go completely unnoticed. You carefully, painstakingly rot like a pro, and then nobody even takes the time to hate on your style. Hundreds of years on and you continue to toil in the soil in obscurity.
Eventually, potentially, you realize that you've been swarming with fans all along. While no one top-side bothers to even read your tombstone anymore, the worms are absolutely living for you. You can do no wrong, and everything is perfect. They won't remember you afterwards, but it's never too late to live for the moment.
DJs all night, dance like you're feeding a million skin mites
Khary 1015 to 11:30
dress to distress”