I love the layout and the articles look really good. Take a look for yourself and repost to pass the word! IT'S FUCKING FREE AND AWESOME!!! Support those that support the scene! From: THE DOSE magazine Date: Jul 25, 2006 2:31 AM 1, Tokyo-, cyberpunk- and industrial/techno-related fanzine is out with 142 pages of goodieness 2, So check it at www.thedose.info 3, Send us lots of mails. We love praisemails but hatemails can come as well. Offermails and businessproposalmails are better. 4, Spread the news like wildfire. 5, 'Cuz we fucking did this for you and the scene.

Date:	2006-07-07 15:12
Subject:	lucky bastards in ATL
Security:	Public
Mood:	pissed off

I just got word that tonight at Masquerade in Atlanta for $25 Ministry, Revolting Cocks & Pitbull Daycare.  Then there is a free afterparty...And people ask why I want to move to ATL!!!  This kind of shit is always going on down there.

Date:	2006-07-07 10:42
Subject:	I'm actually going to work today!
Security:	Public
Mood:	giddy

So I've decided to actually do something other than suf the internet at work for once.   So thanks to me the employees Tri-State Ear, Nose & Throat Surgeons, Inc.  AND Jill Cohen MD will have Life and Long Term Disability Insurance!!  

Can't wait til next Wed for the next gathering of the "Wrecking Crew"!  My friends rock and they'll kick your friends ass!  I'll see a few of you tonight!

The wrecking crew minus 3 where were Annabel, Kristin & Heather?

Date:	2006-07-07 09:18
Subject:	For Miss Evil...
Security:	Public
Mood:	chipper

Date:	2006-07-06 15:17
Subject:	hair... ;/
Security:	Public
Mood:	contemplative

so not sure if I'm gonna be able to keep the full mohawk after this week once the entire staff gets back from vaca so the delima is.
1) completely shaven,
2) just the top and let that isht grow out(like I used to rock it), or
3) completely shaven with some sort of facial hair thing going on?

I'm leaning towards #2 but it's so been done before and is so being done right now...blah fuckin blah!!!

Date:	2006-07-06 08:22
Subject:	FluX
Security:	Public
Mood:	tired

Well last night was fairly eventful in a non-eventful kind of way. I shouldn't have had so many rum-n-cokes but I did get to see a few friends get tight on absinthe. Man I love absinthe wish I'd had it instead of the rum. Thanks to Annabel who let me crash at her place til I sobered up, I owe you one hun. some of those drunken paparazzi pics came out ok, some sucked monkey ass. I uploaded a few this morning into my scrapbook so go take a quick look. Steele I didn't even notice that your girls dress was unzipped all the way to her waist, her fingernails matched her bra, haha kudos to her!

good times, good times and I got to see Jenny again too!!

YAY FluX

well this is my 3rd or 4th livejournal acct because I keep forgetting my passwords and which email I used to set them up. Oh well I like this name better than the others anyway.

So I'll start this account off right and honor the source of ravensplight... Sometimes the spaces between the words tell the real story.

The Raven
By Edgar Allan Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-
This it is, and nothing more."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you"- here I opened wide the door;-
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!"-
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-
'Tis the wind and nothing more."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed
he;But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-
Till I scarcely more than muttered, "other friends have flown before-
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said, "Nevermore."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never- nevermore'."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and
door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking "Nevermore."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or devil!-
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-
On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-
Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

"Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend," I shrieked, upstarting-
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted- nevermore!