hippiegoth
dancing_jesus If you get high, then write dark poetry with multicolored gelpens...You might be a hippiegoth.

If you believe all bodies are beautiful...with a few holes added...You might be a hippiegoth.

If you put flowers in a rifle barrel...Then make a suicide attempt with the rifle...You might be a hippiegoth.
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sameolme Make painful love, not war! 040312
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misstree if you put dead flowers in your hair...

if all your skulls are smiling...

if all your clothing is loose, flowy, and black...

if you're not a vegetarian because you respect animals too much to refrain from consuming their flesh...

if you think graveyards are beautiful but would be improved by some more trees and flowers...

if you're really bad at moping, but really good at doing the "lost contact" swoopydance...

and if you actually have in real real life done the first two on this page ("the consumer," see: flesh, was the one written in swirly gelpens, btw)...

you might refuse to admit your heritages.

('sides, i put a lot of this down to being a j____ more than anything else.)
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sameolme lost contact swoopy dance? 040312
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misstree hmm... easier to demonstrate than explain... involves a lot of dramatic bending at the waist and making large pinwheelish movements with the arms, that kind of makes it look like your wrists are swooning.

there's also the "catch the bat" plucking at the air, and "cockroack infestation stomp" for the rivetheads.

(now *that's* where it gets scary... when you get crossbreed hippies and rivetheads... heh... heh heh... now *that's* one i'd own up to... rivethips, anyone?)
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white_wave i was confused. the more i tried to stand out, the more i blended in. i didn't know who i was back then. there were too many labels, too many clickish people. i couldn't describe myself well enough besides what i wore. i didn't know who i was. i was much less mature then. i always saw myself as a hippiegoth. my parents were hippies. i wanted to be a goth. i couldn't shake the parental influence. i can't forget being the girl_with_the_black_shirt_and_india_print_skirt. i don't do labels anymore. i am just me. 040312
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