Hestia my Inner Goth and I would like to extend a warm invitation to the first annual Wild Onion Halloween Goth Ball. We hope you can make it!
Let me offer you some sartorial possibilities for this occasion--
Ladies, the ever classic mixed metaphor late-Victorian-Goth-Lolita look:
And for the gents (I know, I know, Sarge cracked up when he saw this and my sister commented that it was "Cinnabon Goth"--a reference to Azrael Abyss and Circe Nightshade)--but humor me, won't you:
If you don't care for the Cinnabon Goth look, feel free to break out your black jeans and cloaks...
We'll snack on these:
And of course partake of the lovely absinthe ritual!
And when we're very well oiled, and possibly hallucinating, we'll dance
But it's pot-luck, so what music, snacks, entertainment, or drinks will you bring along to the Goth Ball?
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Saturday, October 24, 2009
The wind chills to the bone,
Suddenly you realize,
That you are all alone.
Not just today , but everyday,
The emptiness just grows,
Like the color of the dying leaves,
Covered by the snow.
A cold and lonely time,
A long and unjust punishment,
For which there was no crime
But still we keep on going,
Remembering just one thing,
That the winter of your life,
Will Someday lead to spring.
Posted by Mike at 4:19 PM