Table of Contents
- Home
- Introduction
- Where Goths Come From - Neef
- The Watcher - Hobbes
- The Resurrection Shuffle - Barbarella
- Cassandra - Cosey Mo
- Drunken Old Bastard - Sandro
- Alcohol - Trayce
- Shadows - Entrippy
- Entropy - Kage-Ryu
- Is There A Point - Trajik
- Whispers - Kitsune
- Confessional - Sandro
- Garden - Entrippy
- Radio - Cam
- Cold Spell - Nikolai
- Slices - Neef
- A Bottle of Something Strong - Jraff
- The Light Fades - Tim
- Rain - Tim
- Self Help - Gothic Gallae
- Cato - Trajik
- Addiction/Fragment - Trayce
- Heal Thyself - Nikolai
- Shattered - Hobbes
- Travelling Song - Solitaire
- Distance - Stranger
- Legacy - Stranger
Written by Hobbes - ACG's Homicidal Psycho Jungle Cat
Inspired in part by Neil Gaimen
Shattered
All crazy angles and shattered dreams. Lost toys, broken dolls and dead souls. Staggering through the dreamscape this way and that way looking at the angles and the heaving twisting earth, writhing and moving beneath our feet and all around us.
Do you believe in fate?
No!
Do you believe in destiny?
No!
Do you believe in freewill?
No!
So it continues, everyone trying to lead their own life, everyone trying to find a place, no-one knows what the future holds, sometimes that think they do, but no amount of trying and wishing and hoping makes a lick of difference when fate has its way. But we don't believe in fate. So, it still happens everyone working for themselves, contrasting, stepping on others to find there way, even if they don't think they are, they are, they can't help it, it's human nature.
Do you belive in nature
No!
But anyway - this is all crazy talk, Does that mean you're crazy, we are crazy, we are all crazy, we all see things through this horrid little filter called perception that only allows us the tiniest glimpse on something, and gives us really poor interpretive skills.
So tell me about this dreamscape... It's like a city, but a strange and twisted one, the buildings all strange lonely angels, no thats not right, all weird and menacing angles. Looming over, leaning away, confusing the senses, twisting perception, fucking eucliud, streets placed randomly a maze of bends and turns and dark little alleyways leading nowhere. There is magic in the city, a silver road, a flower stall, the couple in the park, the old victorian architect standing there, just watching. You know?
You don't know do you? You don't see what I see, you don't hear what I hear, even the chair looks different to you. Its all about perception really. That and falling down. Go stand on your head.
So destiny. They say destiny is blind, they say destiny lives in a garden, they say destiny and fate are but aspects of the one. They say the pain will never ever go away. Destiny knows what has been and destiny knows what will be. That's bullshit. You can't know it hasn't happened yet. Or is time all one piece, just a block, if thats true, then there is no reason - everything is determined and we act according to some rules or guidelines that we aren't even aware off that have been laid out for us. To determine our thoughts and our actions. Someone who knows how painful life is, and how many people we will hurt along the way and lets us live it anyway. Thats the ultimate cruelty man.
Thats a really sick fucker.
Do you believe in dreams?
No!