gosh a goth?

this just in after yet another tedious talk with an annoying naive

with every thought
and move
and act

The way i ooze
respond
react

that simple sentence that i wrote
it summed it up
that side said gloat!!!

Revel in all that what you know
Take to heart the lessons of this show
Your truth excels that of this child
He may be chosen ..... but they lied

an ''approach" so unlike that of most men
that the very word seems warped and bent

to be a poison in the flesh
to be a shade no more no less
to be convicted in a role
to have the blood like vitriol

And even though I'm bent and broke
I cannot shake this familiar cloak
Seems like a sentence of a kind
I should have had Christmas on my mind.

Tis the season 2 B jolly

yes my dear readers ti's the time 2 b jolly
and i would be jolly
if there was a reason 2
for instance if god would forsake his sick sense of humor.
Today i packed up my bag to head back home, after i had the most uneventful Sinterklaas evening at my parents ever, when i notice a message on my cell.
A message telling me that a co-worker, a twenty year old girl, was killed saturday by her ex boyfriend.
I hadn't heard anything on the news, couldn't find anything about it on teletext and i couldn't access my email from the office..... so i was hoping it was a joke....a sick one .... but a joke.
I had worked with that girl just saturday we joked and laughed.
After that she got in her car and drove to Amsterdam where she was supposed to, reluctantly , meet her ex-boyfriend for the very last time (and that it turned out to be). He told her over the phone he had a present for her and since this is the season to be jolly and for us dutch it is Sinterklaas time it wasn't that peculiar . We said goodbye to her at twelve and reportedly by one o clock he had butchered her with a knife.
He waited two hours, two hours!!!! before he turned himself in at the police station. And that brings me to the title of this posting ....I'm not jolly, far from it ....I'm stunned.....I'm baffled ...not jolly.
So dear dear santa and sinterklaas keep your presents this year and shove em up your arses torch that christmastree and keep that mistletoe away or i'll whip you with it till you bleed and while we are at it tell your boss to fuck off for a while.
But alas he (meaning the sick fuck that's supposed to watch over us) works in mysterious ways, twisted is more like it, cos tomorrow my father is having heart surgery for the eighth time or more, i lose count, and in other jolly news a friend called to say an acquaintance of him died after a week in coma and our very own Venus, Mariska Veres, past away 2 this weekend.



I was doing so well these last few days..... absolut ely better in an absolut way. But now i guess i will have to cash in that rain cheque i got from Elizabeth Taylor and have Christmas dinner at Bettie's with Liza, i hear Lindsey is coming to (cos we need someone make fun of). Second time i have to close of with this remark ....so far for happy endings.