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This is a record of the correspondence between Jeff M****** :)~, Dictator and Grande Inquisitor of the Milwaukee Gothic Council, and myself over the last few days.

It's just awful. I reccomend not reading it.

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Well, I have some sad news. I am being forced to close down the Midwest Goat Consortium (formerly The Milwaukee Goth Club (NOT THE MILWAUKEE GOTHIC COUNCIL.)) We're not a big group, we don't have alot of power or influence, the people who call themselves the Milwaukee Gothic Council do. It's that simple. In this day of John Ashcroft and the " ( Read more... )

The other day my cat, Whizzy, had to be put to sleep. I knew the little bastard a long time, he was 20 years old. Later that day, riding the bus, I happened to open a book of Hart Crane poems to the following and started bawling on the damn bus ( Read more... )

R.I.P Whizzy

*cry*

Because of my medical condition, I wear extremely warm mountain climber long underwear from about october to april, every day. This period of time corresponds precisely with the part of the year during which I never once wash my pants.

Several years ago, one evening, a friend and I were sitting in a man's house waiting for him to return with something for us. We sat waiting in this gentleman's riverwest alley shack, the sort favored so much by gentlemen of his profession, kept company in the living room by two lovely young men engaged in shooting themselves up as ineptly as ( Read more... )

I wonder if my neighbors enjoy me standing in front of my big picture window and absentmindly reaching inside my sweatpants to play with my balls as I enjoy it.

I was looking for the lyrics to a song, "The Way I Walk", online, here's what I found ( Read more... )