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
ADDICTION/FRAGMENT
Girls
Lipstick liars, gather round the mirror. Decorate your arrogance with red wax and fake pheromones. Exchange your currencies of gossip, make yourselves rich. Accuse your sisters of treachery. Feed them with gin and encouragement in dark bars, have them spill their guts, then sell the remains to the highest bidder.
You are the queen bee, the Queen Bitch. Men are yours. Fight for the father, the brother, the lover. Fight with your claws all out. Dont ever let go. Be first. Love. Win.
Speed
My sweet little boy got a head full of shooting stars, now he can't see past his self-hate. It looms at him, an evil twin, second shadow. He is miles from me and in front of a flickering screen. I send typed hugs and kisses but they count for nothing the digital ether is no compromise for the wetness of flesh. His words are a garble, a flurry of adjectives all collapsing over each other in their panic to leave his mind. I press a hand to the screen, I hope I can calm the screaming, brakeless train in his head.
Netflirts
The screen dances, words in the phosphorescence. We are flirting in phonetics. A wink here, an innuendo there. What is this room, this space? It is like that riddle, if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there do they hear it fall? We exists in a place that does not. We trust that we each are, that we be. We weave a web of truth or lies, depending on our desperations. Hour after hour of subtle, careful sentences. Cerebral partying. I shimmer amongst men-minds, queen of the matrix. The women here hold all the cards and they know it. Boy after boy vies for a word, a glance, an imagined touch. We pick and choose. They simply gasp, electronic fish left dry an the shores, caught in the net.