Close your eyes.
Breathe deep.
Allow yourself to be transported through the curtain.
We are a cypher.
We are a portal.
We are Dada and Dali, we are black like the Dahlia.
We will wake you to your fever dream, to a theatre of the surreal,
where the bizarre is commonplace and the commonplace bizarre.
Relax.
Focus on the void.
Give yourself to us. We know what's best.
There is no burlesque.
There is no form or function, only us crying out to the will of a dying Goddess,
In an endless night.
An observer with teeth.
We are a body.
A gyrating force in the dark pulling you into secret spaces,
Populated by the damned.
But only if you get too close.
Come closer.
Pick the flower.
Taste the poison.
Join us in
The House of Red Velvet.