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grandpa_shig
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late notice, but the dead ghost of SUPERUGLY will be back again tonite for some foofie magazine launch partay. there will be free magazines and giftbags and i was told d-list celebrities. cosmo baker wuzzup! 
ok, but anyways, yeah all my highschool shit and i do mean all my shit.same ole spotthe mandrake9pm to closetonitemusic by B.F.F. (aka SUPERUGLY)K.I.T.
ok, but anyways, yeah all my highschool shit and i do mean all my shit.same ole spotthe mandrake9pm to closetonitemusic by B.F.F. (aka SUPERUGLY)K.I.T.
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EFF PRINCIPAL LATENCY!
And the years fade into the distance
I look into the mirror and see a young boy
Full of hope and potential
A few moments later I stare again at my reflection
And I see a young teenager
Enthusiastic and full of life
Tasting love for the first time
Preparing to step into adulthood
Ready to take on the responsibilities that adulthood brings
I stare again at the mirror
My past lives reflected back at me
I see a young adult
Taking his first steps in the world
Learning how to interact and build a future
Hoping to find a partner to share his life with
Again I look into the mirror
This time the adult is older
Just turned thirty
The stress lines are starting to appear
Hope has faded to cynicism
The relationships have all ended badly
A breakdown is just around the corner
As I look into the mirror
I see a sad young man on a mental ward
Trying to come to terms with the pressures of life
The figure looks lost and forlorn
Will he put the pieces back together again?
Another glance at the mirror
This time the figure is nearly forty
There is a distant look in his eyes
Dreaming of what might have been
There is an attitude of acceptance and resignation
Life is a hard battle and sometimes you lose
Just living out the remaining years
Another glance at the mirror
This time the figure appears much older
The adult is now an old man of sixty-five
There is a look of fear in his eyes
His family have passed on and he is all alone
Only distant relatives remain and they were never close
The fear is of what lies ahead
Pain and suffering and death
As I look again in the mirror
I see a grave and a gravestone
Only two or three people at the funeral service
A sad end to a life
And as he gasped his last breath
Fear was still close at hand
What faced him after death?
Would his soul face damnation
For wasting the gift of life?
The gates of heaven would be slammed shut in his face
A soul without a home too afraid to enter into hell
A soul endlessly searching for redemption but time has run out
A never-ending period of purgatory
A tormented soul without hope of redemption
As I look into the mirror I see my true self
Tears roll down my cheeks
I have seen my fate and it frightens me
Please guide me towards the path of salvation
~~~ Dark Lord Jonathan "FatalCross90" ~~~
If you like it you should join our goth poetry group. We meet after school in the back room of the community theater.
MORE INFORMATION PLEASE
Circa 1991 my mans n'nem had a pair of those but with British flags on the toe.
He was an outsider
They called him a freak at school
But this didn't worry him
He had always been an outsider
Wrapped in a veil of darkness
His secrets lay hidden away
He played the guitar
He learnt a few chords
And started to write his own songs
He listened to Nightwish and Within Temptation
I felt a bond, kindred spirits
He welcomed the darkness into his soul
Soon he would try to find a place in the world
He attended a few gothic nightclubs
And made a few friends
They decided to form a band
Their following grew
They performed in small gigs around their hometown
And then further a field around the whole of Norway
Soon they were climbing the charts
Their album went to number one
They started to perform at large festivals
The fans could be counted in the hundreds of thousands
This child was lonely no more
A hundred thousand kindred spirits calling out his name
So many lonely souls looking for a guiding light
All united in a moment of tranquility and enlightenment
now i know youre not gon show up to the drama clurb talken that mish mash. let me hear your goth talk.
Wait...I think I know your mans n'nem!
Very well:
A match is struck
Bringing light to the void
Young Lord Rillz, he of the twisted turns of phrase
Reads the words of Dark Lord Jonathan
And realizes the story told
Of youthful industrial noise bands
And massive popularity amongst clueless Norwegians
Is as his own
Two dusky souls have connected
Across the cold void of cyberspace
A dark alliance is formed
To what end?
Only the seers and oracles know
I hate my body.
And when I make love, my leather is cold and unforgiving.
buster from arrested development and the white ho from hustle and flow where in the house!!!!!!! not that i saw or recognized them but thats what someone told me.
more importantly, asprin and spaceghost where also spotted. and i actually saw those superstars.
Though I clothe my physical manifestation in the color of midnight when I walk the earth, I remain pure as the driven snow.
[color:white]Which is to say, I haven't consummated my love for any of my goth princesses yet.[/color]
VIRGEN BIRDCALL?