hello- yeah- so I've just dehydrated the resta me Encarta's circa 1997 for my guinea pig's enclosure for the long winter. I've been out all bloody day selling my gothic wetsuits to quasi goths with plenty of clams. My oldest m8 final_liquidation and I made absolutely nothin- we drank 17 vials of black water from safeway and watched drunken mustard tarts fling through our gear- Mgoth got cast for a rare and spell bounding scene next to Nicole Kidman but rejected because real goths don't sellout. my friend O_christ and her goth dog bella were there- so was her fashionable goth boyfriend Mike- he was selling Kasubi back cat for next to nuthin- coffin robbing special cords and versace lace up come fuck me's. i ended up meeting some rich as goth in the dunny and found myself drinking absinthe w her for 25 minutes in her dungeon and by the time i got back Mima, this other goth i know had sold my finest Dracula silk gown to some baby bat. So now i've paid rent for the next day and i'm currently making 170 clams a minute. no refunds and certainly no talking after the close of transaction.
i g2g feed my venus fly trap todays catch- lets meet on messenger at 4:30 tomorrow to swap radical tactics on spells for eradicating bad non-gothic cops. xxxx
here's a pic of my 31st cousin at the Aria awards in 2000
