If my ribs weren't still achey and I didn't have a make-up covered sweat towel pinned to my wall, I would think it was all a dream.  That's how it feels right now, like I dreamed the whole concert.  It makes me wish I hadn't gone to sleep, like maybe staying awake as long as possible would preserve the memory better.  I need to take this tshirt off eventually lol.  But I've been home the past two days sick so I'm allowed to mope around the house in my Marilyn and Twiggy shirt and sweats.  And now some photos from the show courtesy of Andrea:


"Love me damn it!"

Up on the podium during Irresponsible Hate Anthem:


As Andrea stated "All Hail President Manson!"


"Look, I sings!"


"Yay, it burning, it burning" (burning the bible that I was talking about in my last entry)


Dying over the podium with scary/sexy smile 

And of course, the uber wonderful TWIGGY!!!:


"Ta dah!!!"

This is when I got to touch him, they set him on the platform on the other side of the barricades.  My hand is in there somewhere I'm sure.  The security guards were shoving our hands away, it was kind of funny lol.



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EDIT: EVERYWHERE I HAVE WRITTEN IRRESPONSIBLE HATE ANTHEM IS WRONG.  HE WAS ON THE PODIUM FOR EITHER THE REFLECTING GOD OR THE FIGHT SONG - MY FRIEND GAVE ME THE WRONG SONG TITLE.