Iris

I'm curious: did that Cranberries mash-up have anything to do with the Zombie Fluxx game going on in the corner? I enjoyed myself, it was thoroughly cold within the bar

Awwwh, yeah. Exploding Boy :D Still on a Kirlian Camera buzz. Kicking "Eclipse" like no other!

Yes, so in a manner: we are cursed at birth. Like any "curse", I believe it is up the individual to take it in stride. And by that, I would say one has to acknowledge the state they are dealt; Acknowledge it to themselves comfortably enough that they could communicate it to others (if they so wished). From there, it is a decision how to let the curse affect you. A spirit (living or passed) might exist in its own cycle. It may repeat it upon a predictable basis (haunt, if you will). Does this mean it necessarily seeks to ascend beyond this state? (it will be the set decision of that spirit). It will be aware of that aspect missing and bemourned. It may live in neutral habit (seeking neither to progress nor transgress), and may continue on in contentment. It may become an utterly wretched and ghoulish atrocity, self deprecating and noxious to the point that it taints the very ground it treads. It may seek to quell itself by seeking to rend others that have (or are in the process of) mended the scars of separation. Would that be any better than the one who blindly nurses the wound with superficial relations discarded as bandages never changed? A distinct "stinging" sensation is to be expected to any who choose to de-skin the tumultuous gash in our beings. And if that be your choice, grit your teeth and dig in (let not the pools of blood avert your gaze and let not the unsettling nausea halt the progresses made thusfar). I perceive it may only get more challenging as the journey progresses. Never will it be easier, just more tolerable :/ But who cares about all that rubble: what about the APHIDS!!! As a lover of all things vegetable, I detest those beings that would seek to starve me from crunchy nutrition. Release the mantis'!

"And lo, as the acolyte looked up at the Cows of Destiny, they stared back approvingly...as if to say: moo" Less epic than quoting a Journeyman Project game...Iris is technically a gamer-tag from playing Ragnarok Online...but it is also so many other things. One thing that it is not: it is NOT to be mispake as "Isis", unless you want to get a doom gaze from me. I do apologize, but I am not to be confused with the baby-mama of Horus, and host to many a stripper-name. But, it comes down to this: Iris is so simple that no one would think to take it; Thus by that logic, I adopted it willingly unto myself.

It would appear as though I arrived just in time to miss that Mentallo track Nice cozy crowd that night. I didn't drink, but I so made a dollar off someone! Evil Dead : a somber reminder why Iris does not like cream corn

One group I never get tired of: These fuckers!

To debunk a common misnomer: we are all single "by default". Take that as you will; If you are a person who has found another(s) to share their inner awesomeness with, keep on truckin and have at it. To those who remain single / are re-singled / cannot see themselves as anything but single, the pangs of loneliness will assault even the most stout-hearted. The fact that you feel such means you most likely have a soul (but since science is unable to systemically prove the existence of such, it might also means you are not a heart-less bastard/bastress). Being single is not a disease that needs curing. It is a state, that many people take in their own stride; Mourn it, live it, compel it, question it, learn it. Whatever you choose to do with it, so long as it is not merely regressive motion. I am in my natural state; I will keep my eyes open (except while dancing) and my ears tuned (except while dancing...clubs and hearing do NOT mix), I will continue to become more comfortable with who I am, and I will lend myself to situations uncomfortable to the casual recluse, so that if I choose to shed the guise of singledom, I may do it quite naturally and without expectation or narcotic goals. Single people: be amazing Not-so-Single people : be amazing Aphids : BE DAMNED!!!!! *shudders*...APHIDS!!!!

For procrastinating up until the very morning of Manfast, I believe I did rather well in gathering the proper supplies to survive those few days in the sweltering grasslands. Bacon really did not do it for me; Even before witnessing the epic face-shoveling BYOB match, it made me a bit queezy. I really didn't eat that much all weekend, save the wild boar sausage Saturday morning, random samplings of the breakfast entries, and my stash of assorted meat pies that were my friday night savior (just drank a shit-ton of water and sampled the various other tasty drinks at night). Even if the weather was a dog, it was MUCH milder than last year. Thus, I was out and about more; I'm excited I could casually talk to so many of the board members and guests. For the record, I am evil at Rock/Paper/Scissors competitions (and Battleship too, but there was none of that to be held here). I am also glad I could share the bounty of absinthe with so many of you. Did not expect I could down 6 shots of the stuff undiluted and not immediately fall on my arse. Major kudos for Pest as well; You were an admirable opponent, and the contest came down to the last second and last shot (due to the fact that we both spilled a little from each of our five). I did get a little sick Sunday morning, but that may have been due more to heat and humidity...everything would have been through my system by then (8-9 hours later). I may end up posting secret footage of the inside of Iris' hidey-away...tempted, but not certain.

A little bird said I should post this

Both acts were spectacular! Ghouls' performance consisted of 20 minutes of what I describe as pulsating waves (see: listening to music while submerged in water) coupled with the singer's eerie resonating voice (see: disembodied spirit trapped down a very DEEP well). Lots of energy out of the entire crew of Pleasure Leftists. Their sound was none too dissimilar to Xmal. The bassist broke a cord after only their first or second song (fixed it rather swiftly), and then got right back into the game. I do wish I had more than 1 dollar in my pocket at the time, otherwise I would have so bought an album :/ No motorcycles, but there was a fire engine (because The Leftists set that place "ablaze")!!!

For those inquiring minds that did not see it in the recommendations thread (as, I quickly replied to one of the other posts, thus bumping my own post) Death # Disco Compilation 1 So, the label/store is called "Big Cartel"...yeah, so very NOT shady!!!

HA! The line : "Luke, I am your father" is not part of the script, bub. The actual line was : "No, I am your father" Which frankly is odd, since these guys appear to have a steel grip on all the lines :/

Every Band on this one, quite frankly Death # Disco Compilation 1

Unexpectedly epic beyond definition. The gathering of so many familiar faces drove it to become thus. The music selection was mellow and "cold" for much of the night, but oh so appropriate for the evening. For some strange reason, I had a feeling wormsinwombs would show; And lo, look who decided to show her face. Kill Bill played on one screen, The Professional on another (how's that for a combination) @Troy: As Marc mentioned, leaving around the 1:00 hour is by no means mitching out early; Most nights end before the bar closes, one night even ended at 1:00. Thanks for playing a track from my delightfully shadey compilation Marc All most had to hide that from Nocker for a moment (I know it is epic, but it is also mine)...eh, I can let you borrow it, I suppose

Well if Marc is going to Yoda this thread up, @Eevee : "Try not...Do or do not; There is no TRY"!

I take such goofiness in stride, Troy. I realize I may have left some of my own questions unanswered. Since my piercing is rather new, I have not switched out the horse-shoe bar for an earring of my choosing. Thusfar, I do own a pair of hook earrings with long feathers dropping down. My pair has white and black speckled feathers at the top, though. In general, I will all ways be on the lookout for styles that dangle and are light (as a feather, in this case). Metal chains would not be out of the question.

This randomly popped into my head today, strange.

So, here I am on a supposed "Goth Board" seeking out the obligatory "Which Piercings Do You Have" thread...and what do mine eyes perceive: a few individual quandaries, but no collective exchange of the holes that be in our bodies. So, let us hear the details and stories behind the ways we have "added" to our design. Themes of note would be: ~ What piercings do you currently have? ~ What piercings do you no longer have? Why? ~ Are there any that you plan to get in the future? And why haven't you gone out to do that yet? ~ Are there any piercings that intrigue you but feel you cannot have done (impossible, not if you want to keep your job, or just bloody unlikely)? ~ What are the inspirations behind the piercings we have, choose to get, or yearn for with all our soppy hearts? ~ Are there any epic stories of note involving the process or aftermath of a piercing that you would like to share with the other children? ~ What fashion of jewelry do you commonly use in said holes? Are there any particular favourites? Myself, I have but one piercing: Daith in my left ear. And I believe that is all I shall get. I am quite satisfied with the exquisite nature of the location (for one, I have never seen anyone else with this piercing). My piercer even noted how perfectly suited my ear structure was to house this type of piercing; Odd that it did not appear on the "menu" of piercings that hung on the back wall. You might ask: "well if it wasn't on the menu and you hadn't seen it on anyone else, how did you know what to get?" To answer that, I would have to say this: I knew the "place" on my ear I wanted pierced; I did not know its name, so I asked the lovely lady who would later drive a metal spike through my upper lobe. It was a matter of pinching the area I desired with my forefinger/thumb and proclaiming: "I would like it here". The inspiration came, I suppose from seeing a brief clip on an anime (one that I do not own nor have seen). You may guess at which one that was, as it would provide interesting foot and eye-work. Regardless, it was an instantaneous falling in love with the idea of that specific piercing. This was my first; Shall it be my last? I have no plans, but plans are meant to be tossed aside. We shall see.

I've been told by more than one individual can "sense" my presence before I even enter the room. My preferred methods of imparting aroma and noted odours onto my body may be a bit dated, but they still hold true as they ever did. Most perfumes/colognes are so pungent with alcohols and solvents (many of which I am highly allergic to), that is seems all most shameful to just spritz-spritz-go. Such add-ons should not over-power one's own natural odour, but enhance and expand the experience. Showering/bathing (I have taken a new found love of bathing as of late) is a must to keep your body palette clear of any unwantons. A few pats of perfumed body powder will follow any cleansing (Jean Nate', in my case). But what fronts the majority of my added notes comes from laying in close proximity to incense; Afterall, perfuming one's body was one of its many practical uses in ages gone by. But ,I have also taken to "smoking" articles of clothing I wear often by hanging them directly over burning sticks of incense; This allows the smoke to seep into the fibers and hopefully stay there. I figured that if cigarette smokers had clothing reaking of burnt tobacco, the same concept might be applied to more appeasing scents (it works). If there is a special occasion or I am simply going out to dance, I will utilize a few drops of perfume oil (closely related to the incense I use). I am unsure as to the exact blend of oils used in my preferred concoction (it has a distinctly "earthy" smell to it), but cedar and patchouli play strong parts in bringing that lovely brew to bear.

I've ended relationships in my past on the basis that I believed I was not being "fair" to the other party. Count me open-minded and accepting of all a person is (as they stand), but I believe in the past I have not genuinely expressed my own uniquity/desires/me-ness in the manner I would expect from another. Life gets in the way on occasion, tepidness gets the best of me, or I retreat too far into self-thought to the point where the other is left knocking at a door that refuses to open. I am aware when I lose a certain composure that I pride myself in, I let my guard down much too fast (usually bringing a later onslaught of consternation), and I have compromised personal ideals that I know define me. At some point, I become blatantly aware of my misgivings; And by this time, the other has been neglected far beyond what I deem healthy. What happens next can be seen as diplomacy and truth-saying. I am normally calm, though I shake within. I know that either of us may have had our misgivings (the matter of proportion does not enter into the argument), but I also know that I am in need of retreat and personal growth. From what few relationships I have had in the past, thusfar none have ended on a negative note. Common ground is met that we should all simply pursue our own objectives from henceforth. Rigidity may still exist, a bit of uneasiness, or an oath of silence but I know I should count myself lucky not to have incurred any undue wrath or ire. In recent months, I have made genuine strides (and perhaps a humble tumble along the way) in growing myself as a person; I have begun examining the being that I am, talking to it, learning from its embedded wisdom. Sure, it is far from easy. The butterflies swarm around in my stomach, waiting for release; Years of emotion (withdrawn in the past) now bubble to the surface. Passion fills the air; And though it may logically follow that life would go easier without the burden of romanticism, I am also aware that such a life would be utterly drab and ultimately unfulfilling. Also, I would eventually rend at the psychologic seams if I allowed a lifetime of bottling a force that has no off-switch (outside of perhaps a lobotomy).

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*random shuffle reveals* http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NNxzz2Wu0hQ

You mean the "Goth" jelly beans? Oh yeah!