Today in Ye Dread Lair of Alchemy, we shalle conduct experiments comparing the transmogrificationary properties of Amyl Nitrate and Ammonium Nitrate.

I suspect fantastique results!

Dearest, darquest fiendlings ( Read more... )

I am muche pleased to find my gloomy skies returned to my fair shire. As I were listening astutely to thee rain drops pelting the ground, each drop seemed as if it were dropping in time with the tears of my own forlorning ( Read more... )

The Lorde and Lady Loerner hath decreed I must begin planning the procurement of my own lodgings. Perhappes I've worn their goode graces thinly. This de facto eviction from the family manor requires an escalation of remittances to my inauspicious creditor, to whom my cullions currently lie in collateral ( Read more... )

Dear F[r]iends,

This "Goldfrappe" trollop, of which all thee speake, is neither Darque nor Gothick. Do not allow her Siren tongue to crash thee ship of Ours upon thy breakers of that whicheth Not Ours!

In other ghastly news of Entertainery, The Golden Girls Season One is on DVD formatte!

Last eve, I found myself amongst quite the diverse crowd at the Paramounte Theater in the heart of Seattlshire's bustling green. We were all there to witness a performance by Massive Attaque. Hailing from Bristolle, in the British Imperial seat of England, they pioneered the Bristolle Sound, later known as "trip-hoppe". This diverse crowde included ( Read more... )

Your fiend and fellow forlorner, The Forlorner, here.

It hath been what seemeth as though a vexxing month of [dark)] Sabbath Days upon this weary Soulle of mine, my dearest readers.

I've recently received one of thee most hurtfulle and diaboliqual judgements ever layed down upon me: I was denied membership on thee new Seattleshire Gothick ( Read more... )

I have the most scintillating news, Darque Ones! Our salvation of damnation is nigh! Thy rumours ye have heard are true, this is no folly. Yes, our reviled Seattleshire lieth in thee running to host the annual gothique festival, Convergence. And if that were not delicious enough, this shall be Convergence numbered ThirteenIt is quite as though thy ( Read more... )

My lovely f[r]iends, my devoutees, I have returned from thy damnable Asylumme for Thee Insane. It was Harrowing. Haunting. Hopeless. Truely, a realm the likes of which could only be survived by a master of forlornery such as myselfe. It is indeed an epic tale, on which I shall recount here. But be warned, the ending is full of twysts and turns the ( Read more... )

It would appear that the Lorde and Lady Loerner have seen fit to have myself carted away to thee Asylumme for thee Insane. This is quite a tragique turn of events, indeed. Perhappes they've grown tired of my constant forlorning. They are quite impervious to explanation of the fact that forlorning is simply what I do, that it is the roote of my ( Read more... )