My witchy, druggy, all-around Gothy one-person show is coming to New York in October.More info at: BAD KID the show and AXIS THEATRE
For the love of all ravens… Goths should always remember to follow this one, and ONLY this one tenant of Southern, church-going housewives: The BIGGER the hair, the closer to BEELZEBUB. But be wise about your magical, mountainous locks.
- Italy, late 80s (?) [photo: Silvana]
Today we launched the fund-raising site for my show BAD KID, which opens October 28th. Axis Theatre is generously paying for the majority of the production, but there’s still stuff to pay for:
additional production costs, travel costs for my director, fees for press materials, a stage manager, etc. NO donation is too small. Even 5 bucks will mean the world to Bad Kid. No kidding.
(I was a cheap date as a 16 year-old Goth kid and I guess I still am.)
Check out the page here:
Thanks so much friends. I’m really looking forward to October 28th!
Even Wavers know the score- NEVER let them see you shine.
Because they will turn into bats, bite your ass, and kill you.
My new rings are so hard to wear. They keep cutting my fingers and turning them yellow.
2 weeks on living with my birds. It’s difficult having 9 of them just loose in your apartment. But I just fucking love ravens. Even if they are shitting all over my house. They’re just awesome.
Kevin is a poser. A few months after this was taken he started wearing flannel and listening to the Alice In Chains “Dirt” album non-stop. It’s bad enough that he wears mom-glasses right?
Kevin is also a thief. See that silver Pentagram around his neck? It’s mine! I have had that medallion for 3 years and it is my best and favorite talisman. I have imbued it with my animal soul “Hazaan,” the “ghost wolf.” If I had my way, that wolf would be eating Kevin Dwyer’s face off right now in 4th period Algebra. But he’s skipping class again today.
Maybe you’ll see Kevin in the food court at the mall or driving in a loop around the Best Buy parking lot blaring “Rooster” from his Ford Fiesta. If you do, feel free to punch him in the face and take my necklace back. It’s fucking SACRED!
The reward for your bravery is a tailor-made love spell created by yours truly. I’ll also give you a tattoo of your choice with a heated Bic pen in my bedroom. I’ve got a few blacklight bulbs I’m not using that I’ll throw in too. Whatever it takes, you know?
Remember: You don’t need a dog to wear a dog collar.
Laura wears an assortment of dog collars. She says she does it to make a statement about dominance and gender slavery. She starts to talk like that and I don’t know what the fuck she means, but I get a little chub, ya know?
Anyways, she says this collar is special because it belonged to her Uncle Garrett. Garrett was a hoarder who lived in a trailer outside El Paso. When he died they found suitcases of poop in his closets. Laura says she can still feel Garrett’s soul in the collar. And if you look in the glass door behind her you can see his spirit hovering, waiting, watching.
He’s probably just trying to figure out where on campus to hide some of his ghost shit.
Many of you have been asking how things are going with the pet ravens. In case you missed that post, I adopted a small flock of ravens last month.
My apartment smells a pretty weird now but its nothing a little patchouli won’t take care of. My sage smudge sticks help too. Of course, I initially bought the sticks to reinforce the spirit boundaries in my shared kitchen (My roommate Joe is an asshole and kept drinking my Green Tea Snapple.) But in addition to protecting my Ben and Jerry’s and stimulating my lucid dreaming, the smudge sticks have also helped cover the smell of rancid, baby raven shit.
Now I just need to name them. I’ll be doing a lot of prophetic talisman meditation and ear candling this week to clear my head. Wish me luck. Any suggestions are welcome my dark brothers and sisters.
(by Nate Frizzell )