by Skylar.
THE GOTHIC FUNK is the return to childhood, with a more complex, developed perspective. it is temporary relief from every alter-occupation. it is a 64 oz. jug of fleeting unconditional acceptance, distilled in a galvanized washtub. it is a suspension in a colloid of powdered socialization, under-diluted. it climbs your ankles, raising each hair. it tests your
elasticity, abrading every pore. numbness sets in as you become encapsulated. then at each sudden moment of contact with another, you are overwhelmed by a tingling like eucalyptus bubblebath.
THE GOTHIC FUNK starts fires, rarely hanging around to see them extinguished. it might masquerade the entire evening without revealing itself. do not expect anything of THE GOTHIC FUNK; that is the only certain path to disappointment. at the same time, do not submit to it; the will of THE GOTHIC FUNK is inseparable from your own. it may owe its existence to you, but do not wait for it to change your diapers in your later days.
THE GOTHIC FUNK is expressed in morbid who-done-its leading to your own (repeated) death; in outrageous, flambuoyant costume, to be changed as frequently as mighican weather; in epicurian delicacy containing delicious murder weapons; in illustrated fortunes, reflecting on the present & portending tomorrow; in magnificent music, filling every void & activating
every limb; in impromptu sing-alongs, defying the modes of our generation; in immature kissing games which blur the lines between platonic & bacchic.
never in the same form twice, it seems cohesive only in spirit.
spirit? what is that? we are not so newly acquainted with it; the spirit of THE GOTHIC FUNK comes in part from each of us, & continues to change with its members.
THE GOTHIC FUNK appears different to each of us. if it is a hand, grasp it. if it is in a vessel, imbibe it. if it is a fluorescent, fuzzy boa, don it. if it is a beat, stomp it out. if it is none of these, follow your inspiration.
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