The LSDemon

This costume idea stems from my desire to one-up my 2018 costume, "Bram Stoker, Midnight Toker" where I went to a party as basically weed Dracula. This year, like probably (hopefully) many people, I will not be attending an actual party. But there will be no need, for my LSDemon costume will take us all on a trip to hell in a psychedelic handbasket instead. So, without further ado, here it is:

Here's the scenario:

You wake up in hell. You're told to take a number by the LSDemon. He says that's the number of tabs you'll be taking every day for the rest of e t e r n i t y in this realm of s u f f e r i n g and e v i l. Also, there is no tolerance in hell.

As you come up, you are led to a satanic church, where instead of stained glass windows it has stained walls. They're bloodstains.

You see an absolutely zonked Terrence McKenna preaching; the sounds are garbled and have no meaning but that's okay. You will eventually learn to hear the message telepathically. And also realize McKenna isn't there.

There is a choir of faceless yet somehow still noise-generating funhouse clowns screaming satanic nursery rhymes off key in the distance.

The LSDemon leads you up to the altar. "Get in loser," he says. "You're the sacrifice." You die, and instantly get regenerated in a new room. Or is it the same room? Whoa, sideways is down now! It's the same room.

Immediately after reorienting yourself, if you even have a self, you lock eyes with an unamused LSDemon. Don't take it personally, he's just seen it so many times before. He throws you in a coffin and shuts the lid. You begin to have intense hallucinations compounded by the sensory deprivation.

Suddenly, you are at your house, alive again. You're reading a story called The LSDemon on vocal.media, which details all your experiences in hell. "How could they know all this?" you wonder aloud. And just like that, you've reached the end of the story section.

Here's how I made it:

I bought a pair of black and neon fingerless gloves, a long wig, a trident, devil horns, and "Luna Lovegood" shades from Spirit Halloween. I'm repurposing those shades for a much cooler purpose, if you ask me.

It took several attempts to figure out what psychedelic demon makeup (y'know, not imitation sunburn makeup) looks like, but I eventually settled on just dabbing all of my eyeshadow colors on my face and using liquid lipstick for everything else. We've got the grotesque demon face squiggles, evil eyebrows, and the obligatory goatee, as well as black lipstick actually on my lips where the great giddy fool in the pitifully sober heaven says it belongs. Yes, it was difficult to get off.

I paired these things with a tie-dye shirt my dad gave me, along with leggings, socks, shoes, and a jacket-net-thing I bought in NYC years ago.

I added the finishing touches last- some "tabs", which is just my digital art printed on normal, untrippy paper taped to my shirt, and then I wrapped a goth scarf my paternal grandmother gave me as a gift, probably back in high school, around the trident. It is these items from which I derive my p o w e r.

I hope I’m able to pull together a small Zoom party of people to share this with come the actual day of Halloween.

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