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(un)certainty

QUINT

15:57 / 14.11.01

"My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that..."
I wish I had Rumi's certainty and passion,
His unabashed delight;
Instead I have the ashes of conviction shedding
Meagre light on a meak, eroded landscape of required doubt.
Reason and intuition both deny a celestrial passport stamp upon my head -
I made my own way here, and when I leave,
I'll be not returned, but dead.

Whisky Priestess

18:04 / 14.11.01

I am the very model of a modern Gothic miserabelle
Familiar with dyes animal and vegetable and mineral
I wear a lot of velvet and I mope up in my bedroom
And I'd love to drive a Mini but it doesn't have much legroom.

I once tried to be a ve-ge-ta-ri-an but I got bored and all
And I like to think I'm special when in truth I'm just ignored by all.
My father works in marketing and picked my University
And I hope to find my place in its rebellious diversity. (Hull)

QUINT

19:32 / 14.11.01

I am the very model of a modern Gothic mis'rable,
I've information ponderous and also metaphysical,
I know the roles of sev-er-al black market pharmaceuticals,
From chloroform to laudanum my words are indisputable...

I'm very well-acquainted, too, with poets of a certain stripe,
Byron, Keats, and Shelley, yes, not Eliot he's a load of tripe;
I'm fond of many kinds of clothing; leather, rubber, and fishnet,
And detail my grief and my doom to baffled people I've just met...

I have a lot of trouble with my rosy cheeks and healhy skin,
And though I eat quite mod'rately, it's true that I'm not famine-thin,
At five foot ten and nine stone two, it's clear I will survive the night,
My eyes are jolly, bright, not dim, my semblance to a corpse is slight...

And so, dear friend, I leave you now, with this my final wa-ar-ning...
If you think I'm healthy in the night, just wait until the mo-or-ning!

[ 15-11-2001: Message edited by: The Miser's Beautiful Daughter ]

We're The Great Old Ones Now

21:00 / 14.11.01

[raises handbag and hides behind it]

Whisky Priestess

15:24 / 15.11.01

MBD, I think you have found your Muse. Thank fuck for that. But five foot ten and nine stone two? Someone has a poor estimation of female height/weight ratio.

I still prefer "miserabelle". Great word for whiny Victorian maidens, IMHO.

QUINT

15:28 / 15.11.01

Danish forebears.

And 'miserabelle' doesn't scan. Try singing it out loud.

[ 15-11-2001: Message edited by: The Miser's Beautiful Daughter ]

Whisky Priestess

10:52 / 16.11.01

Mis'rabelle then. It's got the same number of syllables as mis'rable. Tch.

ONLY NICE THINGS

11:12 / 16.11.01

I am the very model of a modern gothic miserable,
I love Fields of the Nephilim and anything that's edible,
I argue that the voice of Carl McCoy is never bestable,
(Bestable....bestable...ah!)
Descending like a jaguar on all of your comestibles.

My eyes bespeak a promise wasted and a gloomy life misspent,
Meanwhile my batwinged shirts resemble dark mephitic circus tents.
I wish that I could sleep like Nosferatu in a plot of earth.
(hmmm....plot of earth...)
Although a large sepulchre would be needed for this goth of girth.

[ 16-11-2001: Message edited by: The Haus of Penitents ]

QUINT

14:37 / 16.11.01

quote:Mis'rabelle then. It's got the same number of syllables as mis'rable. Tch.

It still doesn't work. The stress is in the wrong place.

It terrifies me that Haus obviously knows this song as well as I do.

Whisky Priestess

14:51 / 16.11.01

heheh Haus.

Well, I'm obviously going to be bested on this one so I suggest we move on to "Patience".

"And everyone will say
As you walk your Gothic way
If this young man immerses himself
In tomes too black for me
Why what a most particularly deep young man
This deep young man must be!"

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