Oft have I digg'd up dead men from their graves,
And set them upright at their dear friends' doors,
Even when their sorrows almost were forgot;
And on their skins, as on the bark of trees,
Have with my knife carved in Roman letters,
'Let not your sorrow die, though I am dead.'
Smuckles, you are a fount of wisdom...
Random Shite of the Day/Week
As long as I resist you, I live...!!
I want to confess as honestly as I can, but my heart is empty.
And emptiness is a mirror turned to my own face.
I see myself...and I am seized by disgust and fear.
Through my indifference for people, I've been placed outside of their society.
Now I live in a ghostworld enclosed in my dreams and imaginings.
..
Objects of lust
Things I find around the web that I'd like to own; if you are a fabulously wealthy sugar-mama, feel free to drop a few hundred grand on some gifts.
"If I don't know you, I probably don't like you; If I do know you, you have slightly better odds."
I'm an old Goth at heart (though my makeup bag has long since been retired), built on tall lines with a corporate style.
I'm something of a grouchy misanthrope on my off days (most days), and there's nothing I like better than having my own space and time - it would take a special kind of woman for me to ask to move in...
I rarely leave the house unless I absolutely have to these days, if I do, I may be in Trillians (which is pretty shit these days), Popolo (which is much nicer but bloody expensive), and after pub hours Legends (Also bollocks, but the best of a bad lot in town)
I try and gym twice a week to fend off the relentless grinding wheel of time, but it's not as easy as it looks...
I'm currently debating whether to buy a house up here in Newcastle (Go go credit crunch, I'll buy a place on the backs of a whole bunch of folks suffering) and settle down, or get out while I still have a bit of life left and make a fresh start.
Online, I keep the Club TechNoir site up to date and full of pictures (when I can be arsed, natch), and post alongside 90,000+ rabid Goons over at the Something Awful Forums.
What have I been annoying the neighbours with?
Who I'd like to meet: an unexpected end and take as many people as possible with me.
Seriously?
Ruffians, Blasphemers, Swinge-Buckelers, so many Drunkards, Tossepottes, Dauncers, Fydlers, and Minstrels, Diceplayers, and Maskers, Fencers, Theeves, Enterlude-players, Cutpurses, Cosiners, Maisterlesse Seruantes, Jugglers, Roges, sturdye Beggars, counterfaite Egyptians, &c.
If you're a goth/cyber/alt. type with a black sense of humour and a deep-seated seething pit of bile for 99% of the rest of humanity, you might be at least acceptable.
If I know you and you're not one of the people I secretly want to murder, try your hand for an Invite.
If I don't know you and you want in, send me a message along with your request, or I'll think you're another porn spambot.
Women? Honestly, don't bother; it's far more trouble than it's worth.
Goons. Your does not automatically endear you to me; probably the exact reverse... Give me a good reason.
Bands. If I want bands in my list, I'll seek them out and add them; Unsolicited requests sleep with the eFishes.
AOL sp34kers, ALL CAPS SPASTICS, God Botherers and other dregs of humanity will not be entertained, so bugger off and bother someone else.
... starring Alan Moore, Steve Aylett, Josie Long, Stewart Lee, Jeff Vandermeer, DH Wilson, Mr Solo, Robin Ince, Leila Johnston, 7-Inch Stitch, Bill Ectric, Andrew O'Neill, Mitzi Szereto, Mo Ali etc.