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Roving Party Machine is a party ox.

Teetering delicately on the cusp of Leo/Virgo this charmer is playful, cocky, if slightly naive; a flashy front masking an underbelly of over analytical, theoretical, fanatical, stress out-freak out.

A 12 year old adolescent strung out on neon glowing slushees but add Divine’s maniacal gross out giggles, fast food plasticity, and touch of oldie timey Coney Island.

RPM adamantly coddles the cockles of pop music, vapid culture, excessive overindulgence, eager earnest sentimentality, posturing as a fake out, psyche out, bringing it on, taking it on, adding it on, no holds barred. RPM can be creepy kid friendly, an anglophone asshole, an unassuming norm, an overzealous server, a tell-all spill-all gossip queen.

Yeah, name drop queer-space-class-feminist-art-social theory all you want -RPM will if you make it- but sometimes a dude just wants a Steamie and by god, that dude should be able to have one! Don’t judge or you might get a whip cream whopping and a solo Pogo crammed down your gullet.

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SO SIMPLY PUT….

WHO:

RPM is Roving Party Machine (aka Rover P Machinery cause it likes to be a little elusive).

WHAT:

RPM is a mobile hot dog cart which provides an array of novelty items served with some element of theatricality depending on the context/event. Basically.

WHERE:

wouldn't you like to know.

WHEN:

Ditto

HOW:

caffeine, sugar, all-nighters, and you inviting RPM to come to your things.

HOW IT GOES DOWN:

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