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Happily married. Why am I on a classifieds site? Those who see only classifieds have not scratched the surface. GC, in it's hayday, was akin to a club, with no door cover, no elboes, no assholes... well maybe a few assholes, but being a moderator (bouncer?) kept out the riff-raff ...an open community with multiple levels of involvement (most prefer the classifieds to be their extent).

I am pleased to see GC get resurrected and I applaud Dodger for all of his efforts. Viva la GC.

Hmmm... Bio. Supposed to talk about myself... hmmm. Fuck it. I don't have the attention span. Those who care, know. Those who want to care, ask.

AKA: K9 inch Wolf, WIRED, Inconsideratus













There are many who think that al jorgensen rocks,
he used goggles to hold back his dreadlocks...
there are many inspired by his musical passion,
and many who emulate the afore-mentioned fashion.
Yet you won't here them "spin" his musical group,
he's too old... outdated...
and his use of real instruments is an afront to the troupe!

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There came a collection of like minded people,
brought together by music and mask.
They were few, and far between,
often finding each other... a difficult task.

They came together in specific places,
to share in their passions.
To partake of the music,
to partake of the fashions.

They revelled in their little group,
outside of the norm.
It grew large enough that it could take form!

To be in this setting was enough for this group,
venues were ample and not so aloof.
They could join together,
all under one roof.

But soon that was not satisfactory enough.
The saturation was such it was no longer tough.

Some were upset,
individuality lost.
That which was secret,
now got juggled and tossed.

A monopoly was declared,
and the committee took actions.
They split all the stock,
and created the factions.

A common belief,
"It will broaden the base!"
Then growth can commence,
"and that will take place!"

It started as a love for the macabre and the dead,
so why do I have a laser pen taped to the side of my head?
To think like this is part of my life,
the old thinks factioning only brings strife.
Factioning alone is just seperatist taste,
the ego makes one better and that is misplaced.

There is no good reason for difference to exist,
there are so many different tastes I can't even list.
There is one thing needed to make all of this work,
just enjoy the commonality instead of the quirk.



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If goth was a stock, it would be plummeting. My scene is saturated with people who are outcasts (ex-ravers, gamers, nerds) and appreciate the fact that they can be themselves in a goth crowd... funny thing is... they don't like anything about goth. Aweful lot of people joining this scene because it's comfortable to their predilictions, yet all they want to do is change it to make it more paletteable for them. They don't embrace the scene (macabre), they don't like any music more than 5 years old, or anything with a BPM under 130, yet they are out at every venue in the general area, like lobbyists for some amalgum of rave and goth... and they are succeeding. A symbiotic creature looks for a host to attach to, to feed off the host in a mutually beneficial manner. A creature that attaches to another to manipulate it... is by definition... a parasite. Parasites often don't have the awareness to understand the eventual outcome of this malignant relationship is the death of both.