We’ll now accept your confessions, moans and gripes, bitching, rants and ravings, and regurgitation.
FULL CONFESSION: People need to stop wearing full fucking Halloween costumes as outfits. You could DIY or thrift a cheaper and much better outfit for half the price at Party City.
ADMIN NOTE: I think the submitter meant “half the price than Party City”; making a comparison as opposed to endorsing Party City. This issue only really happens with babybats and mallgoffs, though.
When he’s flaccid and swimming in a very icy cold pool, yes. Seriously though, he is fucking hung.
FULL CONFESSION: I actually miss the deathrock revival. While I will admit some extremely corny bands formed during that time a lot of great things happened too. Like Wake the Dead Fest, Drop Dead Fest, Club Funeral (which was all ages), and a wave of creative new bands. Now, I feel like the scene is at a stand still.
ADMIN NOTE: Word on the street is there’s another revival coming up, but you didn’t hear it from me.
FULL CONFESSION: “I am afraid of the dark because that’s where I live. A body without meaning, my own disfigured limbs. I shall not speak of fear but somewhere far beyond it. A world which I’ve created but in which I cannot live”
There are some people who fully submerge into the lifestyle, the music, the style. When I was an adolescent I did the same. I am proud of those people who embrace fully. Now-a-days I consider Deathrock to be apart of me. I let a taste of it out in my personality, and that will always stay with me. Goth and Deathrock have shaped my personality into who I am today. Me. That can’t be all bad.
Dammit Joseph, you’re drunk again.