Dearest Gothique Terrorlings,
My heart is wretchedly full to the brim with a'mour toward all of Thee whom I miss so dreadfully dearly! I've been quite the busy little scarab, what with preparing to pen my autobiographie and travelling thy Globe in search of the rare potionnes and powders I lost in the Explossionne of my laire.
But Alas!
'Tis thy BeWitchening season! Eville and darqueness have begun to enshroude all with their withered fingers of shad'wy grymness!
And of course, this means
Thee Mssr. & Mdmslle. Gothique Pagaent of Seattleshire looms near! I shall be barred entrance no more. I am quite open to suggestionnes of darque attire suited for your humble Forlorner. I am even open to vinylle if it will win me this glorious pagaent!
I'm also quite tempted to share thoughts about some uncouthe fellows pretending to be Gothique in thee great juvenille penal colony of Denveria, but perhappes at another tyme.
-The Forlorner