frat house gothic

everambling:

all the kegs are emitting an unearthly wail of agony. nate, luke, and troy have been playing beer pong for eleven consecutive days, their eyes gaping empty voids. all of the co-eds are creeping along the ceiling and walls, their teeth razor sharp and reflecting cold moonlight. macklemore is screeching half-remembered names from your past from a pair of bluetooth speakers no one can find.

bro.