we are the oracle bunker party
My linguistic capacity has been severely compromised in the aftermath of last nights epic adventure, so I am going to make this brief. Hauled to a bunker in Army trucks, sirens blared throughout the endless switchbacks of stairs, everyone played their part, costumes, jazz band, a confessional, an infirmary with shot remedies, , the 40’s wished it could have raved so hard. Don’t miss the next WATO party, just don’t, you’ll regret it.
Article & Photos: Nicole Rochette
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