Shade Everdark

Not if you're bad at it.

Hullo hullo.

The Velvet Underground - "All Tomorrow's Parties" And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties A hand-me-down dress from who knows where To all tomorrow's parties And where will she go, and what shall she do When midnight comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown and cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties Why silks and linens of yesterday's gowns To all tomorrow's parties And what will she do with Thursday's rags When Monday comes around She'll turn once more to Sunday's clown and cry behind the door And what costume shall the poor girl wear To all tomorrow's parties For Thursday's child is Sunday's clown For whom none will go mourning A blackened shroud A hand-me-down gown Of rags and silks - a costume Fit for one who sits and cries For all tomorrow's parties

If I ask whether I look fat in those pants, I at least expect tact, yo. A small lie there wouldn't go amiss.

I thought my place was hell. Just not the fun areas.

Question: What makes you think you're going to be punished for this? On the shallow meter, it certainly ranks lower than, "I like boobs!". PS Incidentally, I do rather enjoy boobs. PPS Also incidentally, blue eyes? check.

How YOU doin'? ...wait....

Not that it matters, or is likely to for a long time... 1) A keen wit and intellect. 2) A disdain and contempt for most of humanity. 3) A need for time the fuck away from me. 4) Some capacity for extroversion. 5) Weapons preferred, but optional.

Do not underestimate the power of a cute redhead. Um, or a blonde. Or a brunette.

It's much easier, much safer, to not bother trying.

It's not a matter of difficulty or ease. It's the whole matter of that possibility of rejection.

Quoted for truth. And turtle. Everything's better with turtle.

L'Ame Immortelle - 'Another Day' As I sit along the shore Of my wishes and my dreams My Pride lies scattered on the floor With the fading sunlight beams My thoughts embraced by nothingness mindwaves passing by so slow I long for your tender caress As innocent as young fresh snow As the silence fades away I gather strength for another day Another Day I've to go through Another day here, without you To flee from my addiction I go out, to seek the voices That speak an empty benediction Of hollow words and empty choices But these words, they keep me sane Until the moment you return Where I let go of all the pain Free of anger and concern As the silence fades away I gather strength for another day Another Day I've to go through Another day here, without you When I hold you in my arms The silence, that I did evade Turns into voices screaming joy And my pain to rest is laid And I feel your warmth and love As it into me doth flow I come to only one conclusion I will never let you go

Self-awareness is a curse. Self-ignorance is a curse. Basically, we're all just fucked. And not in the good way.

Have fun, everyone. I think this is another week I'll be skipping.

I think I'm rather burnt out on crushes and anything more intimate for awhile. I'll stick to ogling eye candy for a bit. It's easier, I don't have to stress, nor worry about pissing anyone off.

Allow me to find a rock big enough, and I update you.

The Jeweller - This Mortal Coil The jeweler has a shop On the corner of the boulevard In the night, in small spectacles He polishes old coins He uses spit and cloth and ashes He makes them shine with ashes He knows the use of ashes He worships God with ashes. The coins are often very old By the time they reach the jeweler With his hands and ashes He will try the best he can He knows that he can only shine them Can not repair the scratches He knows that even new coins have scars So he just smiles. He knows the use of ashes Dum da de da da dey dey He worships God with ashes Dum da de da de de da de dey dey. In the darkness of the night Both his hands will blister badly They will often open painfully And the blood flows from his hands He works to take from black coin faces Thumbprints from so many ages He wishes he could cure the scars When he forgets he sometimes cries. He knows the use of ashes Dum da de da da dey dey He worships God with ashes Dum da de da de de da de dey dey. He knows (he knows the use of ashes) He knows He knows (he worships God with ashes) He knows He knows (he knows the use of ashes) He knows (Dum da de dad a dey dey) He knows (he worships God with ashes) He knows (Dum da de dad a dey dey) He (he knows the use of ashes) He (He worships God with ashes)

Welcome. I'd tell you to make yourself at home, but then it would like having all of these moochers over at your place, so...um, just get comfy.

Most men I know, including me, can't either.

Yeah, but I didn't come in this thread to debate what goth was. That's an entirely different set of three or four topics of conversation. Besides, I thought you knew better than to ever take me seriously.

I think I'll have to cast another vote for Joy Division's "Love Will Tear Us Apart". As for Bauhaus, it's hard to beat the unique sound of "Bela Lugosi's Dead", but you know, honestly, I kinda prefer "Who Killed Mr. Moonlight" and "She's in Parties" as exemplars of goth music from them. And I will not let this thread go without at least an honorable mention to Blue Oyster Cult's "Don't Fear the Reaper." It don't get more goth than that. Oh, and last but not least. I can't believe no one has mentioned it yet, so I will. Bach's Toccata En Fugue, anyone?

Check that, posting #2 just ensured that you'll get offers. As for me, I go once in a while, but I don't make it the habit I once did. I need to effect some serious changes in my life before I make City Club--or any club, for that matter--a regular event, again. On the other hand, for all its flaws, there is something creepy and yet immensely satisfying, about walking into a near-empty CC right at ten o'clock, wandering out onto the dance floor, and knowing the entire thing is, for a few brief minutes, yours and yours alone.

Kaylee is so damn cute and sweet all the time my head just wants to explode.

Hullo hullo.