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Monday, March 31st, 2003
5:44 pm
[iceheartglacier]
please delete me from your community list
Wednesday, July 3rd, 2002
10:27 am
[patina]
Allergy demons.
I feel drugged.
Sunday, April 14th, 2002
12:18 pm
[onemancult]
His head made a loud thud as it pounded into something much too supple and warm to be the floor. He immediately deduced that what just pulled him down was whatever he'd spent the last night with.
And upon seeing her, he was quite surprised.
She was gorgeous.
And drunk.
"Hey....hey, did I fuck you?" she drawled.
Saturday, April 13th, 2002
5:08 pm
[patina]
Although the clock numbers were hard to read, he at least grasped that he had been asleep for at least ten hours. Funny. It felt more like a week. Foolishly, he put one foot off his bed onto the floor. Foolishly, because something grabbed his leg and jerked him to the floor, along with the nightstand, the alarm clock, and the dripping condoms.
5:01 pm
[patina]
Although the clock numbers were hard to read, he at least grasped that he had been asleep for at least ten hours. Funny. It felt more like a week. Foolishly, he put one foot off his bed onto the floor. Foolishly, because something grabbed his leg and jerked him to the floor, along with the nightstand, the alarm clock, and the dripping condoms.
Wednesday, April 3rd, 2002
12:11 pm
[onemancult]
What had he done the night before? The room stank of sex.
There was no coffee, and his cigarette box was stuffed full of pantyhose. This is the type of game that the world only played with him, no one else.
Friday, March 22nd, 2002
2:12 pm
[patina]
Once more, he made a futile effort to hit the ceiling. No luck. In a perfect world, he mused, he would be able to hit the ceiling. In an even more perfect world, the pillow would sprout feathery wings and fly away.
But this was no perfect world.
He needed coffee. Coffee, and perhaps a cigarette.
Wednesday, March 20th, 2002
8:40 pm
[onemancult]
It usually came at times like this, the relative inability to do much more than simply laze in bed and wishfully toss his pillow up at the cieling. Every toss was a dream, and he told himself that they would only come true if the pillow hit the cieling. So with each hope muttered under warm breath, he tossed with all his might and tried to hit the cieling.
He felt no remorse in placing his desires on the roof's misery.
"Plaster cannot cry" he thought.
Tuesday, March 19th, 2002
7:56 pm
[patina]
bitter man. He tried to sit up, but immediately collapsed as if his spine had been removed by some invisible force. Once again, he tried to leave his bed, this time cautiously poking his foot out from the blankets.
8:19 pm
[onemancult]
... outgrowth of old hatreds. It was never right to just let it all out, supposedly you were required to let it fester inside of you until it bubbled too close to the surface, a caustic all-enveloping gauze. 'Medicine doesnt always heal' she had whispered in his ear as he slipped into serendipitous haze. Dreams were more touching than reality to this....
4:42 pm
[bassistgih]
**idea***
hi again, we all like to write here, soo
lets start a story where the other finishes the maxuim is 10 lines, the min is one word, ok lets start.
I want to start. **purr**


Outgrown, and shivering. Shriviling sensations infiltrated inside, buried away and preserved like mothers wedding dress in the russet chest with the moth holes. Tedious...
4:35 pm
[bassistgih]
(sing to the hokeypokie melody)
if ur 666
then immm 555
and were so pretntious
and were convulsing all about
you do the tweekiepeekie
and u spasm all around
thats what its all about tweekie peekie

you have a
lunchbox with brandon lee
and you dance to morrisee
but u really like trent
and his lyricsd that are the sameeveryalbummmmm
cha yeah
thats whatits all about tweekie peekie

you put you left fang in
you put ur left fang out
but make sure you always pout
thats what its all about
tweekie peekie
Saturday, March 9th, 2002
8:55 pm
[patina]
Poseurs Rule!!!
Hmm...this post is very crappy, I can tell already. Probably because things have been getting to my brain. I've noticed something weird around here and I've finally decided what it is: Simply, everyone here is a zombie. That's right, i'm surrounded by the walking dead.
It's not posers that bother me...we're all posers to some extent. Yeah, it's pathetic when some poor bastard contorts himself to fit into some little niche, but it's just not as frightening as being surrounded by zombies.
Wednesday, March 6th, 2002
9:39 pm
[onemancult]
Dear lord...
...No, YOU didnt kill it. Someone else did.
Lord people, we were so worked up about this for weeks and weeks and look at what we have done to it! We actually got someone to join, and we've left her thinking she killed the community. Plagues I say, horrid plagues on us all...
WE MUST SAVE THIS COMMUNITY!!!! (AGAIN!)

Current Mood: annoyed
Monday, March 4th, 2002
5:03 pm
[patina]
Oh no.
I think I've killed it.

*pokes cautiously with stick, searching for wallet.*
Monday, February 25th, 2002
12:13 pm
[patina]
Here's a post.
Hello, I'm new here.
This looks like quite an interesting community, so yay.

In other news, people who use the word "darkness" more than five times in the same sentance annoy me.

Current Mood: blank
Thursday, February 21st, 2002
2:13 pm
[onemancult]
I say we take some babies and roast them over a rolling spit and have a sign that says
"Goth as Fuck Barbecue" and we charge cannibals to eat the slow-roasted babies.
That, or the online 'zine idea. Zoe and I had it first, so eff you Rome.
Im going to K--l the pre-----t.
*gets carried off by CIA*

Current Mood: moody
12:53 am
[bassistgih]
i just wanted to say...
I think that hamster is Rozz incarnate. Well i am taking care of her hampster while she is in florida, centere of pop orange juice coke dealers and a killer goth scence, haha ha killer ha. *baaahh* and well back to the subject..everytime i play rozz he leans against the tank and makes weired poses and pretens to sleep, i took pictures b/c im a dork.
**rozz....?**

Current Mood: confused
Wednesday, February 20th, 2002
10:41 pm
[onemancult]
The Antitweekers Manifesto
On this, the twentieth day of the second month of the two-thousandth and second year, we hereby enshrine The AntiTweekers as a legitimate and formidable force to stand up against the Mansonites, Rivetheads, Ravers, and other such fiends that, through acts of severe blindness or malice, further drag our precious nametag "Goth" into dark alleys and commense sodomizing it to the fullest extent.
Wherever a Hot Topic stands, worn-out shoes cost $200, wherever Marilyn Manson is staging his latest acts of extreme boredom, wherever a nine year old fan of Slipknot proclaims himself 'gothic' to scare the other children, we shall be there.
Wherever the latest school shooting is blamed on horrible industrial groups, wherever coked-up ravers stumble into goth night at the nearby club, we shall be there.
Wherever cds that are hard to find are amazingly overpriced; we shall undercut them and use our DSL lines to download them for free. Wherever corporations attempt to cash in on the 'alternative' market, we shall be there. Where there is light, where there is dark, where there is someone purporting to be the exact opposite of what they really are, wherever we see fit to protect and serve, we shall be there.
Or at least write about it here. Because not only can we not be there all the time; but most of the times we are there we arent really paying attention.
Ladies, Gentlemen, Trannys, Crossies, Uppers, Downers, Mothers, Fuckers, we are Antitweekers.
9:35 pm
[bassistgih]
you are all sheep,
not lords but
servents
(isn't that the girl from gitante demone in the back ground)
i think we should use the community for bad poetry we find and submit our own and dissect it.
any dissenter?
*baaah*
didn't think so

Current Mood: baaahh
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