Ah, what a delyte it was to be darquening the danse floore last night! With all my favorite musicks of years past, it seemed that 'twas only yesterday when I was not a darque monsieur, but merely a darque lad, using my false ID to sneaque into macabre danse floors to whirl and twirl, swoope and swirl. What funne it was!
I also have come upon a most fiendish and disturbing journal of a grym yet enchanting lady. Perhaps she was incautious enough to engage in some of the Darue Ceremonies, and in some senses it has disturbed her. Or perhaps it's the large quantities of Mynd-Altering Substanses. You should be forewarned that many of the Images are Notte Worque Safe...yet somehow, I feel compelled to share this Darque and Mysterious Lady's writings with you. Fear for your owne Sanity as ye read:
gothiclolita16 And now, Gentle Reader, I must hie me to my place of Employment. Apparently new waist cinchers are in at Ye Hotte Topick, and I must change the mannequins. Away, I shall go, and yet remain,
Your Darque Monsieur