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Mon, 07 Aug 2006 22:02:36 GMT

Still not hungry, I don't want to go out or do anything or see anybody and I still can't sleep. Sure I have a sickness... it's called LIFE.

Closed Caskets for the Living Impaired presents: Wear Black

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 09:27:48 GMT

Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of 2002... WEAR BLACK!

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, wearing black would be IT.

The long term benefits of wearing black have been proven by Goths, deathrockers and other kinds of freaks whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.

I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your corset. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your corset until someone sees how fat you are without it. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now what a marvelous piece of clothing a corset is and how fabulous you really looked.

You are now fatter than you imagined.

Don’t worry about if your gother than me; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to apply your foundation after your eyleliner has set and you still won’t be gother than me. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that close most of the stores just before you wake up.

Do one thing every day that scares normal people.

Sing “This Corrosion” to them.

Don’t be reckless with other people’s clothes, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss after every pack.

Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re the sub, sometimes you’re the dog. The whip is long, and in the end, you’re only whipping yourself.

Remember compliments about your makeup, avenge the insults; if you succeed in doing this, people will be afraid of you and justifiably so.

Keep your old club fliers, throw away your old love letters.

SLEEP... during the day.

Don’t feel guilty if you think you’ll be less goth as you get older. The most interesting goths I know were ravers at 16 when they finally got some sense beat into them, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know are gother than I am.

Get plenty of caffeine.

Be kind to braincells, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.

Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you’re bisexual, maybe you’ll have children, maybe you’re smart, maybe you’ll wear a suit and work for a bank at 25, maybe you’ll dance at Slimelight on their 40th anniversary.

Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, better yet, enjoy someone else’s. Use it every way you can and don’t be afraid of what other people think you’re doing, they’re just going to go home and spank their monkeys anyway.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but that really crowded spot by the bar.

Read the lyrics, even if they’re all in German.

Do NOT look at pictures at new grave or gothic beauty, they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know the Dj and door guy, you never know when this club wil be gone but they’ll need a bartender at the new one.

Be nice to the Goths who have cars; they are your best ride to shows and the people most likely to give you a ride home after.

Understand that clubs come and go. That’s it! Clubs come and go. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle for there are budding Goths in places like Kentucky that need guidance.

Go to Convergence once, but leave before it makes you hard; Go to Projekt Fest once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Don’t be afraid to listen to music that came out after 1990.

Accept certain inalienable truths, drink prices will get higher, boots will get shorter, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young drink prices were reasonable, 14 eye docs went to your knees, and people respected older goths.

Respect older goths.

Don’t expect any band to put you on the guestlist but be grateful when they do.

Maybe you have a job, maybe you'll have a sugardaddy; but you never know when either one will get sick of you.

Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you're 20, it will be hard to get a job.

Be careful who tells you what’s goth and what's not. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of trying to pass on your own gothness to another generation without actually having children.

BUT TRUST ME ON WEARING BLACK!

De hombres y sustancias enervantes

Sun, 08 Jan 2006 01:30:38 GMT

Some time ago I was having a conversation with a friend of mine about men. She said that "men suck" and I asked "Why?". She said that they love to be the ones who cause our bipolarity, manic-deppresive and psycho tendencies. I answered that "That is a quality inherent to man's nature. 85% of the guys who piss the sidewalk trees in a worldwide scale are capable of causing those traumas to girls and that if we talked about a guy who didn't, we'd be talking about a Gay guy (no pun intended I'm a faghag) that would be included in the other 15% that would be categorized in a chart as "Every girl's wet dream"... anyway... this is kind of what it says in Spanish.

My Memory Box

Fri, 06 Jan 2006 20:18:27 GMT

This is a picture I took exclusively to show on a small gallery in Mexico City on December, 3rd. In the end I couldn't put that picture up for reasons beyond my power. Anyway, I wanted to share this shot with you because it means so many things to me and I love it.

My Life in a B-Movie

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Closed Caskets for the Living Impaired presents: Wear Black

De hombres y sustancias enervantes

My Memory Box