Marilyn Manson crawls out of his coffin to have sushi

Well, what do you know. Goth freaks like chopsticks and edamame as much as the rest of us do. Marilyn Manson, who still likes to pretend he drinks the blood of young children for breakfast, visited Hollywood hotspot “Katsuya” on Tuesday to satisfy his cravings for something raw (although he stays away from salmon…it always gets him bloated and gassy).

But this ceremonial sacrifice of flesh (well, one can always pretend dark tuna bits are part of a sacrificed virgin’s thigh) required an appropriate attire: leather check, black hood check, lipstick and runny mascara check (by the way, his eyes are drooping from age, so he should quit the mascara before it looks like his eyeballs are connected to his mouth).  

BTW, hand in hand with the 1/14th part devil (why, do only the indians get to share heritage particles?) was Isani Griffith, thus, putting to rest the rumours that Rachel Wood went insane again and reunited with Manson.