anametamystik

Granted... You have one of those multimillion dollar homes with the big screen TV, full kitchen, master suite and lava in the livingroom. ***** I want to know what Fischerspooner was thinking when they recorded "Megacolon".

Granted... It's now vomit colored. ***** I wish that this mix CD would be finished already.

Granted... Gas is now $1.00 per liter. ***** Since I have two savage insectivores in my upcoming show that will be performing their routine to some Combichrist, I wish to know the answer to the following question by meeting him: "Who's your daddy, snakegirl?"

An airliner carrying a 5 ton block of cheese breaks apart over your house. Guess where the chunks of cheddar land? Yep. Nothing grows back. ****** I wish for more chips to go with your cheese dip.

Granted, you now have a kajira. You're also on the fictional planet of Gor far, far away from Earth and realize that it's not all that it's cracked up to be. ***** I want to be in another movie.

` granted As Combichrist "Today I woke to a rain of blood" reverberates the ballroom, you delightfully slip into a bathtub full of cow's blood on stage at City Club and start flinging blood everywhere. Due to your Elizabeth Bathory moment, numerous citations were forwarded to the Liquor Control Commission, which yanked the licenses for the Leland due to obscenity, indecency and health hazards. ***** I want a Gorean pleasure slave (i.e. a kajira).

Granted. You're so late that we who arrange things to happen ran out of attractive humans who have sold their souls to us for their great personal glory. Instead, you get it on with one hot succubus. You can visit your spawn in hell. **** I wish for a small supercomputer.

Congrats... you now have cute, little wings. You're also 6" tall and swatted around regularly. If you do not think of your form continuously, you collapse into a ball of light. ****** Since I'm scheduled to perform a number of fire shows this summer, I wish for a new devilish look.

Granted. No more money. You pay your phone bill in coffee, the electric with cigarettes and your gas bill with beans. To buy oranges, you need to trade a paper clip for a pen, which you then trade for a folder, which you then trade for a few bags, which you then trade for a bag of oranges. ****** I wish some people who get hung up on being so original would just learn to enjoy doing whatever they do for fun instead of trying to be more original than thou.

granted... you meet Evil in a from the beyond the grave stunt special Reality TV show. Unfortunately, the dead can't drive and the motorcycle chases you down. *********** I wish to swallow swords.

Granted... A horrible accident while walking in 8" platforms causes a MAC pencil to go through your skull. You subsequently fall into your makeup kit. ************** I wish I starred in a circus.

Granted... you can now see through clothes and flesh. Unfortunately, it never turns off. Oh, and you're relocated by g-men to Groom Lake. I hope you have a medical fetish for anal probes. **************** I wish for a wish that cannot be corrupted be granted to me.

Yes, you're a cat... a black cat... You're chased by frat boys and teenagers wanting to make a satanic sacrifice and refused adoption out of the pet adoption center for that very reason. By the way, you're also lactose intolerant (no milk for you) and only 13 inches tall. ********************* I wish to be a tattooed freak.

step right up, step right up and read my introduction. Thanks for the welcome, but my introduction is here. (and I'm neither going to answer those questions again or use that format).

Lip rings, tongue rings, labrets, tongue splits... they're all very hot mods. I'd rather kiss someone with a lip ring than without. As for my pet peeves... sandals and high heels of any kind in City Club. Who knows what lives on the floor? gothagonaherpahepasyphaids? Anything that looks like it came directly from Hot Topic. People who complain about shades of black being slightly off. Yes, I know if I'm wearing a skirt, a shirt, a belt, striped tights, boots and a shawl obtained from six different racks in Ye Olde Thrift Store, my friendly neighborhood one stop Goth shop, and a fabric store, that the material will be close in color but will not match perfectly until I take the time to buy a bolt of black 100% broadcloth and take even more time to sew my own clothes. Then again, it's about time to put a bottle of Ritz in with a load of laundry and dye my hair again. Any color other than black on me with very few exceptions. Black hair dye fading in only 4 weeks. Fabrics that melt instead of burn... I kind of prefer clothes that burn when ignited accidentally by either a careless smoker dancing with their fix on the floor and breathe well. Smokers on the dance floor. I only came to dance, not get branded. If you can't stop dancing long enough to get your nicotine fix, you have a problem. If you happen to burn me while I'm dancing given how much energy I move with, you really have a problem. You're probably the type who gets hammers thrown at them when they swerve across four lanes of traffic to get to an exit 100 ft away and floodlights when tailgating if you have to smoke while drunk dancing.