"The time has come, the Walrus said, to speak of many things" - so quoth Sir Lewis of Caroll (fucking white rabbits indeed). Well, I guess it's Goths turn now.
I returned from Spain to Belgium in the hope of many things - and no, there wasn't any ceiling wax or bits of silly string involved. I had hoped to revive the career I had, meet with old friends and enjoy the pleasures of life - dining together, laughing together, drinking together, sharing anecdotes and just being happy.
Life, it seems, is not that simple. Yay, I got a groovy job paying shit loads of money, but that was boring as fuck. Yay, I met some nice new people but, the friends I thought I had, turned out to be 'different'. I know people change, it's a part of life but, you don't change that much - or maybe I just didn't see that clearly to start with.
I make and, will continue to make mistakes, I may be Gothic but I am human, unfortunately. I generally only fuck up my own life though - kind of like a gift that I have.
I would like to say thankyou to the people who have supported me, and they know who they are. As for the others in this rain sodden country, with your shit politics and dubious motives - I extend.... nothing.
Goth is leaving the building - and it will not be via the toilet whilst eating a hamburger.....
*lights a cigarette, tilts the bottle of JD before taking a swig and disappears back into the darkness where he belongs*