Готическая Субкультура Story: part 2
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He went about preparing for the gothic nights events. He made sure his house
was in order, fed the cat, and then prepared to GET DRESSED.
Now, in Edwin's life, as well as many other goths of indeterminate
number, GETTING DRESSED was the momentous ocassion before any
ocassion, so he treated it with appropriate reverence.
He started with the underlying materials. He looked for his fishnet
bodysuit, but realized the man at the Laundr-o-mat had mistaken it for
the cover for his car seat and had taken it, so Edwin had to wear his
black silk boxers with silver 'Angst's all over them.
The preliminary part of GETTING DRESSED was done with now, so he
moved on to the skirts. They were all black, save for the poodle
skirt, but never mind that, so he picked out a thicker material and
placed the skirt over his body making sure that it didn't show his
decidely non-gothic ankles.
After placing a loveable black silk shirt on his modestly frail
torso, Edwin began the Jewelry section of DRESSING. The jewelry is as
follows, to save time:
3 spiked collars
5 earings
4 chains of varying location
1 rosary
1 satanic symbol
5 hideous necklaces resembling an ankh
11 rings
2 large metal 'thingies'
1 Barry Manilow wig(well Ok, maybe not)
So, now it was gothic make-up time. Edwin had always figured that goth
make-up went on a very abstract theory that any pattern that seems
linked to the eyes was OK, as well as any color on the lips, other
than red, was fine as well, so that is what he did.
Edwin, now fully equipped to dance, as well as mime, impersonate
David Copperfield, or pose as a human representaion of a Picasso, went
to his car and proceeded down the road to Sean's house.
There was trouble right away. Edwin had forgotten a cassette for
driving music, which is a direct violation of the Goth Code of
Unforgivable Acts Against Gothic Living, and he didn't know what to
put in.
The Robert Smith on his Cure cassette had finally broken down and
cried and refused to sing anymore. The Sisters of Mercy cassette had
regressed into Moose mating calls, so all he was left with was an aged
Debbie Gibson, from those Golden Eighties, which he hesitatingly stuck
in the player.
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