Yeah, I know someone with his own record company - so fuckin' what? They're a dime a dozen where I come from. Of course, Melisma is by far the best. It's run by Matt who kicks sooo much ass. He's an amazingly brilliant songwriter, producer, musician, etc. It's enough to make me sick. He's building a super swankee recording studio which might explain why his website is still "under construction." *argh*

::Shroud:: Here's my friend Brian's little slice of the web. We were introduced online through the Bauhaus mailing list. He lives in Atlanta *whowudda thunk* and works about 5 minutes from me! We met in the flesh at the Peter Murphy concert in March. He's awesome, a great friend - and quite easy on the eyes, dontcha think?

Have you always wanted to know the ins and outs of musik that sounds like it just rolled off the assembly line? Are you into obscure bands of Germanic and/or Scandinavian decent? Then get your ass to The Periphery. This is the most comprehensive music link site I've EVER! seen. These links are not for the faint of heart - so all you pussies need to stay away.

::Europunk's Soccer Links:: Are you one of those sickies that are addicted to soccer? Well, here's a site that contains extensive soccer links. This tricky dick and I met in an art class when I was still kick-ass, and living in NYC.

::Pathos' Home Page & Country Store:: Shade Pathos. He is one Posch super-swankee dude. Or, as the artist formerly known as whuzzhizname would say..."he's a seXXXy M.F." And, would you believe - his last name is really "Posch!" Seriously! Oi!

This is the home of Eric and Leonie. I've known them both for several years. Check out their site to witness true love, first hand. Their mush still makes me wretch.

Sin's his name and workin' it out is his game. This site has undergone at least 3 metamorphi. This latest incarnation promotes his musikal project "Loon." The promotion is cryptic, it makes the necessary point.

If Pahl was a guy - would you fuck him? With a woobie hat and a friend named Ben, I wouldn't either. Pahl's a choice web designer and has done some work for our favorite site Brunching Shuttlecocks - he also suffers as I do in Atlanta.

Raven...how do you explain her? She's an island unto herself. A needle in the haystack. She was recently on the lam. Gone underground. In hiding. M.I.A. But, here's her site, take a peek.

::~jAsOn~:: Jason has some mighty fine taste in music, literature, vamps and kink *so he says* He's so goth it hurts. <---*no pun intended* He's got a club on Yahoo called The Vampire Archives -that just about says it all, but this is his actual homepage. Go see...GO ON!

::DMGirl's DM Tribute:: Here we have the Sher. Another Depeche Mode inspired friend with a fantastic fan page.

If you've ever wanted to know the definition of "slitch" this is where you'll find it. Dust lives his life based on slitch and hungers for its life blood. There is more to slitch than meets the eye. Go see. He won't bite - unless, of course, you're slitch.

::Naked Art:: Is an art gallery in Birmingham, Alabama. The site is run by Vero *who owns the gallery* and who is also the divine love interest of my friend supa slammin' friend David.

Caressing bent up to the jug again 
With sheaths and pills 
Invading all those stills 

In a hovel of a bed 
I will scream in vain 
Oh please miss Lane 
Leave me with some pain 

Went walking through this city's neon lights 
In fear of disguising my warping seathing 
Pressure lines and graceless heirs 
Intangible of price 

Trying so hard to find what? What was right 

I came upon your room it stuck into my head 
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice 
You took delight in taking down 
All my shielded pride 

Until exposed became my darker side 
Puckering up and down some avenue of sin 
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try 
If only for the old times cold times 
Don't go waving your pretentious love 

He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues 
Girating through some lonesome devils row 
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey 
Of walking money checks posessing holes 
He often sleekly offers his services 
Exploitation of his finer years 
Work with loosely woven fabrics 
Of lonely office clerks 
Any lay suffices his dollar green eye

Caressing bent up to the jug again 
With sheaths and pills 
Invading all those stills 

In a hovel of a bed 
I will scream in vain 
Oh please miss Lane 
Leave me with some pain 

Went walking through this city's neon lights 
In fear of disguising my warping seathing 
Pressure lines and graceless heirs 
Intangible of price 

Trying so hard to find what? What was right 

I came upon your room it stuck into my head 
We leapt into the bed degrading even lice 
You took delight in taking down 
All my shielded pride 

Until exposed became my darker side 
Puckering up and down some avenue of sin 
Too cheap to ride they're worth a try 
If only for the old times cold times 
Don't go waving your pretentious love 

He's soliciting on his tan brown brogues 
Girating through some lonesome devils row 
Pinpointing well meaning upper class prey 
Of walking money checks posessing holes 
He often sleekly offers his services 
Exploitation of his finer years 
Work with loosely woven fabrics 
Of lonely office clerks 
Any lay suffices his dollar green eye