The bodies naked on the low damp ground

Tonight I realized something: hearing "Beloved" still makes me feel like Ronan Harris kicks my puppy, but hearing anything off Harmonizer makes me want to punch the DJ in the nuts, and then track down Stephan Groth and punch him in the nuts too. My god, that was a bad album.

When it comes to bad, twee, or overplayed goth and EBM, I am the East German judge.

Elysium is so much nicer when they have special events--people bother to dress up, and the DJ bothers to keep them on the dance floor. And matociquala was nice enough to pick up a cute boy and bring him back to share with the rest of us like bits of a vole.

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I have partaken of the sushi with my tribe, and then delivered matociquala and cristalia to the airport. I will now return to my previously scheduled dying of allergies.