oh....you don't believe me? here:
in this dream, i was walking down the street, with a friend of mine, a girl. we were in the french quarter, on some super-seedy edge that didn't even have any shops, or houses, just run down buildings. there was a cult, some gothy weirdo incense burning jim morrison listening cult, through a doorway in the alleyway. my friend knew about this, even though she was so geeky, and it was a very secret cult. so we went in. and instead of kicking us out, the ringleader, a tall and lanky man, invited us in. there were all sorts of people lying about, all stereoptypical gothy types. looking bored and 'discussing' things.
he was pulling nametags out of a hat, because to join, you had to take on a new name. for me, he pulled out one that said 'rainy.' i protested, because i wanted to keep my own, but he threatened to kick us out.
so we were in the cult now, and my name was rainy. and some sweet girl came up to me and took me under her wing. she made sure i was wearing the right socks, because if you wore the wrong ones, something horrible would happen to you, even though the cult leaders wouldn't tell you that was one of the rules. it turned out that she used to be rainy, but now she had some new name.
she showed me where the secret alcohol fridge was, and poured me a glass of tanqueray and ice, which i drank quickly, even though it tasted like water.
and then i woke up.
i've discovered your secret, il*...
― nancy b., Saturday, 15 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― mark s, Saturday, 15 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Rebecca, Saturday, 15 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― RickyT, Saturday, 15 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Mike Hanle y, Saturday, 15 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Kodanshi, Saturday, 15 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 15 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
may i please reschedule this kidnapping for the next evening?
― rainy, Saturday, 15 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
isn't this one of those "vector of the totality"/matter meets anti- matter type deals? i'd rather be goff than hippy. if that's a choice. eesh. (although i know i have at least one blood bruvver around here who also a has a strange fanciable attraction to thee children ov thee night.)
i miss my crazy gurl. holidays suck my ass.
― jess, Monday, 17 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
hmmmm. and i don't seem to have been kidnapped. damn.
i also did not check the board in time, and completely missed my oppurtunity to meet sir ned. sillier still, because i was wandering around the airport bored out of my wits, at that exact time. it would've been a quite nice time for a courdoroy teddy bear picnic. geez meneez.
i also second this motion preferring all that is gothy to all that is hippy. yes sir.
― missyoukissyou, Monday, 17 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― james, Monday, 17 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
That sock thing cracks me up. NO WHITE SOCKS!
― Maria, Monday, 17 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
To Nancy = aw, mutual regard. :-)
― Ned Raggett, Monday, 17 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
we have these specimens in dunedin in abundance. we call them "groths"
― di, Monday, 17 December 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago)
― ben darlvix, Saturday, 9 August 2003 17:54 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Saturday, 9 August 2003 18:15 (twenty-two years ago)
― Sarah (starry), Saturday, 9 August 2003 18:56 (twenty-two years ago)
― strongo hulkington (dubplatestyle), Saturday, 9 August 2003 19:00 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tad (llamasfur), Saturday, 9 August 2003 19:02 (twenty-two years ago)
COMATIC SECRETS, t-at wakes up as strongo, sullen music critic, only to find melissa joan harte has stolen his baby.
― Ronan (Ronan), Saturday, 9 August 2003 19:03 (twenty-two years ago)
white/wong
― Sarah (starry), Saturday, 9 August 2003 19:04 (twenty-two years ago)
― Tad (llamasfur), Saturday, 9 August 2003 19:05 (twenty-two years ago)
― Martin Skidmore (Martin Skidmore), Saturday, 9 August 2003 19:39 (twenty-two years ago)
― Ally (mlescaut), Saturday, 9 August 2003 20:09 (twenty-two years ago)
― caty, Monday, 8 December 2003 18:09 (twenty-one years ago)
― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Monday, 8 December 2003 18:11 (twenty-one years ago)
― Sarah McLusky (coco), Monday, 8 December 2003 21:30 (twenty-one years ago)
― fiddo centington (dubplatestyle), Monday, 8 December 2003 21:31 (twenty-one years ago)
― kephm, Monday, 8 December 2003 21:44 (twenty-one years ago)
― petra jane (petra jane), Tuesday, 9 December 2003 01:51 (twenty-one years ago)
Goths are hodling us together.
― Abbott, Saturday, 5 January 2008 20:35 (seventeen years ago)
Are you implying I just listened to the Sisters of Mercy not an hour ago? Stop that!
― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 5 January 2008 20:37 (seventeen years ago)
I like that nancy spelled it "il*" as though we were the secret unspellable name of G-d.
― Rock Hardy, Saturday, 5 January 2008 20:39 (seventeen years ago)
i thought she was google-proofing.
― The Cursed Return of the Dastardly Thermo Thinwall, Saturday, 5 January 2008 21:55 (seventeen years ago)
Naw, if she'd spelled it out, her face would have melted like that dude in "Raiders."
― Rock Hardy, Saturday, 5 January 2008 21:57 (seventeen years ago)
http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2041/2170132902_16d22cb785_o.jpg
― Kerm, Saturday, 5 January 2008 22:15 (seventeen years ago)
hahaha, HELL yeah
― Rock Hardy, Saturday, 5 January 2008 22:29 (seventeen years ago)
^ this
― sanskrit, Saturday, 5 January 2008 22:30 (seventeen years ago)
holy crap!
― Alex in NYC, Saturday, 5 January 2008 22:33 (seventeen years ago)
Apologies to Mr Raggett. Must note: mane unscathed by Wrath of IL* = very impressive.
― Kerm, Saturday, 5 January 2008 22:42 (seventeen years ago)
pure Kevlar.
― Rock Hardy, Saturday, 5 January 2008 22:42 (seventeen years ago)
I am so happy. :-)
― Ned Raggett, Saturday, 5 January 2008 22:52 (seventeen years ago)
Nedste.cx
― Oilyrags, Sunday, 6 January 2008 01:36 (seventeen years ago)
oh well... no sleep tonight, or ever again.
― Kim, Sunday, 6 January 2008 02:22 (seventeen years ago)
I remember the IL* vs ILX wars.
― Alba, Sunday, 6 January 2008 02:24 (seventeen years ago)
(I think I may even have founded the IL* faction. I certainly backed this losing horse)
― Alba, Sunday, 6 January 2008 02:25 (seventeen years ago)
OMG Kerm!
― Trayce, Sunday, 6 January 2008 02:29 (seventeen years ago)
:)
― Kerm, Sunday, 6 January 2008 03:53 (seventeen years ago)