All about Eve

Take care what you wish for.

The three packages are wrapped in hideously bright pink and have large orange-and-purple bows. There's no note attached, but who else would it be?

Clockwork Orange make-up. Playing "Jolene" with meth-numbed nostrils. Tranced out despair through St. Vitus dance.

No fucking clue what Astbury was on about. But still. Still. And then he chopped off one word, and then another.

North in shades of red - positive punk, for real? 1983 a world away.

Jonny, Jonny, quite contrary. Seriousness and Stetson hats.

Poetry played out as life, life played out as poetry. Beauty, rebirth, decay, darkness. We came to dance, we came to die. Life is short and love is always over in the morning.

Biting down hard on life. Rising up with a smirk and sauntering off into the night.

Thirty seconds into "Black Planet".

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I can't forgive you for "Ziggy".
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Have I already stated that I hate Summer?

Well then. I hate Summer. Summer shouldn't be allowed to exist before 8 PM. There's no excuse for the heat.

Almost 4PM. As I see it, it's about time for that binge.

All too soon, it had been clear that soothing words and gentle coaxing would lead them nowhere when they found the raving Tragedy.

After a complicated route back to Goth's apartment, they had given her a bath - though at the end it was debatable who bathed who - tended her bruises, cleaned the ugly scratches on her limbs. Through it all, there was that semi-coherent rambling and singing, of which Threnody seemed to have an endless supply of. No need to stop for breathing, either. Several times, both Metal and her had had to dodge the Muse's whip-fast movements, taking turns pinning her down while the other nursed the injuries.

Then there is the waiting. ( Goth plays watch dog extraordinaire )


Not in a fantastic mood. But hey, what else is new, right? Rivers would fill and overflow with tears of my woe, et cetera, et cetera. You know how that song goes.

Insert token "fuck you all" here. Me and my girl will be out there doing what the creaky old asshats should have done a long time ago.

You and your fucked-up priorities and methods can get bent.

( Punk; visible to Metal )

( Private to the Muses )

( Voicemail to Metal )

( Private )

( Delivery to Gore )

( Melpomene )

After several days and nights on a bender she calls mourning, Goth finally begins to sober up. She returns the calls of her agent, Michelle, who by now is sick with worry over the unannounced disappearance of her main model. The call lasts over an hour, in which her employer hardly lets up. Goth's replies are monosyllables at best. When Michelle finally ends the call with a "Take care, honey. You know I worry," the goddess tosses the cellphone onto the rumpled bed without bothering to reply.

Everyone has to move on sometime.

Her eyes are attracted by the coffin sitting on her desk. It seems so long ago, the two of them carefree on the road. Not even a week as gone by. But time goes on, even when her icons don't.

The best cure for apathy is work. And if that does not work, she can get drunk again later on. A visit to her beloved Absinthe is long overdue.

( Letter to Dinos Smith )

Back in New York to mourn as he deserves. Not really feeling like saying anything else right now.

Classic, I'll be by later today to return the car keys. Metal deserves a fucking break, my poor babe. Thanks. ♥


Fuck you too, world.

Let me point out the one thing not so good about this kickass roadtrip: Not there for opening night.

Broadway, I might be a bit in love with you. ♥ Uncle Fester sings. Try and beat that.

And so we get the hell out of Dodge. Next stop's unknown as of now, and that feels damn good.

Shurikens - $10
Improving aim - $30
Playing ninja assassin from across the room - Priceless.

Fuck you and your bloody forms too.

D&D in the afternoon (Ravenloft! ♥♥♥), then The Wolfman (loved it!) and the best Changeling LARP session ever in the evening. It crashed a bit after midnight, don't know what happened here, but still, it was totally awesome.

I'm trying to pinpoint good moments in those three occasions and having trouble with it. Guess I was having too much fun and am still a bit hungover over it? I can't choose, it was all... good?

Fucking exhausted, that's what.

...Yeah, going back to bed now.

You know it's going to be a great night when you find out there's such a thing as vampire pumpkins and watermelons.

Not a joke. That's an honest-to-God Balkan myth.

Now there's a new reason to be wary of Jack O'Lanterns.

It's the 5th already?!

Yeah, sleeping that one off took quite a bit, it seems. Fuck you and your sXe shit, you don't give a bloody damn about me anyway and I don't care anymore. So much better to keep adding numbers to the list.

Here's hoping I didn't miss any appointment at work, Michelle will have my hide if that happened.

Jesus, I'm fat. I knew there was a reason not to indulge in Christmas food.

With booze? This gets even better.

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I don't give a bloody damn about the consumerism. There's red and white everywhere, and malls bursting at the seams. My headphones have been on since Thanksgiving so I don't have to deal with the horrid carols on loop. Gifts? What, to those people you don't give a fuck about during the rest of the year, just to play nice and never see them again until next Christmas rolls over? What an hypocrisy. Huge, expensive gifts, shoved into a corner of one's life and immediately forgotten. The money should be spent elsewhere, helping those in need throughout the year, not just because it's the "spirit of the season".

The true Christmas spirit is of giving with both hands, expecting nothing in return. That is what it is all about in the end, not this capitalist shit our society has engendered.


Metal, gorgeous. I hope you don't have anything planned for New Year's.