FROM THE EDITORS PEDESTAL
Dear gothic kids;
I know being a perfectly normal white kid in the suburbs makes you wish you had a really cool terminal disease or something, but spinal peircings and a trifibulated tongue do not make you special. You can dress up like Ann Rice's wet dream all you want but you're still just pretending- and it shows. So don't give me that fucking look like you're the oracle of cool when I walk by clad in white shirt and jeans, you optical abomination, because I can see the fear and insecurity in your eyes when I look back.
I know being a perfectly normal white kid in the suburbs makes you wish you had a really cool terminal disease or something, but spinal peircings and a trifibulated tongue do not make you special. You can dress up like Ann Rice's wet dream all you want but you're still just pretending- and it shows. So don't give me that fucking look like you're the oracle of cool when I walk by clad in white shirt and jeans, you optical abomination, because I can see the fear and insecurity in your eyes when I look back.