Gothic Good Time.....
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01/29/12
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BIG THANKS to everyone who turned up on Sat night for a goth meetup, boozeup, laughup and general good time....was great catching up with everyone.
Gonna try and make this a more regular thing, hopefully group will get bigger with each gathering. Here's a couple of pics from early on in the night :)
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FREE BEER & BOOBIES!!!!!!
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11/27/11
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OK! Now that I have your attention......details for GM Melbourne meetup....
Saturday January 28, 2012 - Union Club Hotel - 164 Gore street Fitzroy - from 7.30pm.
Depending on how many rock up and who's up for what, we can head out to a goth club, catch a gig or a nice midnight summer stroll through Carlton cemetery :p
Goth up and get down to Melbourne darklings xx
p.s....as far as I'm aware there will be no free beer or boobies at the Union. Hmmm....then again....it will be summer and it is Fitzroy ;-)
pp.s......Hope GM don't edit this too heavily.
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Damn doors - I prefer open plan ;-)
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04/10/10
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As my train pulled up at one of its many suburban stops along the way, I couldn't help but notice the impressive attempt of a lone woman racing to make the train before it left the platform.
From my window seat I noticed her still in the carpark and zapping her car locked as she raced with hand bag loosley straddling her shoulder and an Olympic athlete determination to make that train. Knowing the minimal time that a train waits for boarding passengers I realised that this would be a very close run thing but I along with other passengers (i'm sure) were willing her to make it anyway.
She bolted through the carpark and raced up the ramp, stepped onto the platform only to have the train doors slam firmly within inches of her face. I really felt for her, and the look on her face was of genuine disappointment; she'd tried so hard to make it. I have no idea why it was so important for her to make that train but needless to say she didn't. And yeah, I know there'll be those who'll argue that if it was so important she should have allowed more time. But, coulda, woulda, shoulda. I bet if she had of allowed more time the train would have been running late anyway.
I couldn't help but see a life parallel with this scenario....sometimes despite all of our determination and conviction doors continue to slam shut in our faces. The best of intentions, the purest of hearts and yet it's all for what appears to be nothing. I'm also well aware that where one door closes another will open, but I can't help but be curious as to what may have been behind the many doors I quite didn't get to peek behind.
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"Whores In My Bed"
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03/20/10
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Totally loved seeing Pixies perform last night. They sound just as good today as they did 15 years ago (fuck I'm old)!!
Santiago has probably stood the test of time better than the rest and he stills plays guitar like the true master that he is.
Sooooo good to just lose myself for a few hours, and the fact that today I have recollection of being there is an added bonus for sure. haha ;-)
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Somewhere along the way......
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03/19/10
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So it turns out the cyber stalker who had me pretty spooked was someone who knew me really well. Well enough to know how shattered I'd be at having my private pics stolen and uploaded to a public site for anyone to view. He's since removed them, but the vindictive action leaves me wondering how well we ever really know someone.
Separation is never easy but I thought we were making some sort of amicable effort to get on with our lives as best we can, and maintain some sense of civility for the sake of our children. Guess I was wrong again.
I really don't know what prompted a man who I once loved with all of my being to betray me in such a way. I guess somewhere along the way his anger turned to vengeance...... :-(
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alacritydivine67
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03/09/10
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I haven't posted anything on here for a long time but imagine my surprise when I visited a friend's FB page and noticed an entry from someone who's profile pic resembled my cleavage.....
I'm not ashamed of my pics and I'm certainly not ashamed of my cleavage but there's NO WAY that I will tolerate you impersonating me in any fucking way or on any site.
How lacking are you in any human decency that you need to resort to impersonating someone else. Who the hell are you and what the fuck have I ever done to you? Show yourself you coward!
Just for the record and so that we're clear, YOU started this, but by god I will finish IT!!!!!
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Cya - Take # 2
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03/21/09
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Seems like I can't put a foot right these days, not even in cyber space.
So kids, just wanted to say a BIG thankyou for letting me play. It's been a riot in every sense of the word.
This really is a dark & special little corner of the world. I've met some truly amazing people from here and formed friendships that mean a great deal to me. You guys know who you are and you know I'll keep in touch.
But the thread from which I've been hanging for quite some time has now worn perilously thin and I need to work on some repairs - fast.
I know that no-one ever really leaves this place and maybe one day I can return; hopefully a new and improved version.
I wish you all abundant blogging, happy banter and happy hearts.
Much Love,
Christine xoxoxo
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Legacy Of Distrust
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03/17/09
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I hate the insecurities that grip my
very soul and wrench the rational
thought from my being. They may
not surface often but they do emerge
(even if subconsciously) at the ready
to inflict maximum chaos.
I'm well aware of why these fears
manifest but some days I just can't
seem to shake off the demons intent
on sabotaging my very existence.
It's taken me a lifetime to come to
terms with certain let's say
'traumatic incidents' in my childhood.
I have huge fucking holes in my
memory as big as Niagara falls and
what memories I do recall are triggered
by scar tissue.
All inflicted by the very man who
was so instrumental in making me who
I am - literally.
But I'm a big girl now, and 'victim'
is not a badge I like to wear.
But perhaps my biggest casuality is
the ability to trust - anyone!
Even a hint of what I
deem to be emotionally threatening
sends me spiralling into a sea of
anxiousness that feeds from the fear of
being hurt.
This may not make a lot of sense to
some but I hope it goes a little way
in offering an explanation to someone
who matters the most.
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The art of Kissing......
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03/14/09
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Had a strange conversation with a
friend recently who confided her
longing for a 'good' kiss. Immediately
intrigued by her revelation I enquired
about the apparent drought given that
she has a long term significant other.
She had no hesitation in letting me
know that he's a 'bad' kisser and has
no real interest in kissing - especially
the sensual type.
I suggested she start private 'snogging'
tutorials with her partner to correct
(or reprimand) his apparent lack of
interest or technique.
Coming from a European background
I've grown up with kissing anybody and
everybody - appropriately that
is.......so I guess I've never thought of
kissing as something that requires extra
instruction - it's just natural isn't it?
So do you have a fave type of kiss - describe?
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Mischief & Moonlight
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03/11/09
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That is one gorgeous full moon out
there tonight and I'm just about to go
out and bask in her silvery goodness.
I love the sense of 'play' that fills my
head and the energy that drives me to
find fun or at the very least make
fun.
I know that millions are affected by
the full moon to varying degrees.....so
how does it affect you?
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Loving these lyrics.....
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03/06/09
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Always be careful when you abuse the
one you love
the hour or the day no one can tell
but one day "goodbye" will be "farewell"
and you will never see the one you
love again
I have been thinking
("what with?")
my final brain-cell
how time grips you slyly in its spell
and, before you know, goodbye will be
farewell
and you will never see the one you
love again
and the smiling children tell you that
you smell
well, just look at me - a savage beast
-I've got nothing to sell
and when I die I want to go to hell
and that's when goodbye should be
farewell
One day "goodbye" will be "farewell"
so grab me while we still have the time.
(Morrissey - Years of Refusal 2008)
Hmmm.....might be a tad long for a tattoo?
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The Unthinkable.
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01/31/09
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I've absorbed a lot of headlines in my time but every now and again there are those that reverberate in my head and heart for days and nights on end.
Such is the recent tragedy of a little girl thrown from the arms of her father off the side of a major bridge in Melbourne, plunging 60 metres into the waters below.
Whether it's because this occurred in my own backyard so to speak, or because as a parent of 2 daughters this is so beyond all comprehension - I just can't come to terms with the facts at hand.
The sadness is so overwhelming; I pray that precious babe was cushioned by the arms of an angel before she ever hit the water.
Sorry if this one's a downer but I'm having real trouble with it. :-(
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Keeping It Real.
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01/28/09
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Can someone please explain why it's so fuckin hard for some?people to tell it straight and keep it real?
I've come across a lot of people throughout a lot of different walks of life and a recurring common thread is this need to be 'real'.
Real to me implies a sense of the here and now and a big damn dose of honesty - no matter how much it makes you squirm.
So many people talk the talk but in my experience, I'm afraid only a few actually know how to talk and walk at the same time.
I really hate that after all these years I'm still so gullible when it comes to my own species. I have this damn innate sense of genuinely liking people and wanting to believe them -often to my own detriment. :-(
So - if you dare, please tell me something real about you!!!!
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Vintage Velours and Shady Dudes!
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01/22/09
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A few days ago I was chatting to a seamstress acquaintance of mine about a relic fabric store in the middle of town that had been boarded up and closed for many years and we jokingly spoke of one day breaking into the place to take a peek.
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Despite the thick layer of dust and heavy duty cobwebs that adorned the front window of this place I'd always marvelled at the kaleidoscope of vintage fabrics stacked floor to ceiling height across every square inch of space. Precious yards of material lying dormant and lifeless desperately waiting for the creative caresses of someone to understand their worth and value.
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While on my lunch break I took my usual stroll around town and did the usual mental roll call; wankers still lunching al fresco - check, cute dude still serving coffee - check, Salvos serving hot noodles in the lane way - check. And then my eyes gazed across the road to reveal what appeared as a small but definite doorway opening to the fabric store in question. (this box had never been checked before)
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Like a woman possessed I made a beeline for the door dodging traffic and trams to get across. The hand written sign on the door simply stated, 'Remnant Sale'. I raced in, feeling like a kid in a candy store, but unlike a kid in a candy store I stood motionless, completely overwhelmed by the treasures that lay stacked, piled, twisted and crammed into every orifice.
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Woollens, polyesters, nylons,cottons, laces, you name it, and all pre mid 1970s. I came across a jambalaya of thousands of buttons and buckles in an old chest like box. As I fossicked through the delight of colour, shapes and textures the acrid dust vapour filled my head and I knew there would be consequences for this indulgence.
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I eventually came up for air and had a look around, only to notice that I was the only person in the store apart from two burly looking dudes who gave an impression that they were in charge. One was hovering near a barely visible counter and the other pre-occupied with the door, like he was looking out for someone.
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My gut instinct told me that this whole place reeked of 'scam'- among other odours you would expect from a place that had been left derelict for some time. But WTF I'd waited almost 20 years to get into this place and I wasn't about to leave empty handed. The dude behind the counter made a feeble attempt at small talk and suggested I take my time, which promptly reminded me that I was only on a mere lunch break and couldn't possibly do this task justice in just one hour.
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With fabrics draped over my shoulder, a fist full of buttons and my other hand frantically texting my girlfriend (telling her to get her sorry arse down there), I conceded that this discovery had to keep for another day. I was assured that the doors would remain open as they needed to sell off everything (current climate I guess).
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So with bargains in hand I was feeling pretty chuffed that fate had relieved my curiosity for this little corner of the world and spared me the dilemma of a break and enter rap.
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