[Things_I_Hate]

On the topic of some of your recent concerns, I thought there's some stuff that needed addressing right off.

Yes, it seems to be true that Dierdre has left Wearing These Chains. The details of what's happened lately needn't be displayed here any more than they already have.

She and I finally spoke earlier today; apparently Dierdre is planning on spending the rest of her summer vacation in Europe. I suppose it would have been hard for her to keep up with "all things gothemo from a san diego perspective" whilst in Europe in the first place, but... it's just me now. Don't worry, WTC will remain in business as usual. I'll be keeping her email in place for the time being as well -- you can get her at [email protected]. I know she liked hearing from all the readers, and it seems she's stilll active, fighting evil and Jesus, on the Echoing The Sound forums.

I must admit I'm somewhat shocked that she actually went through with it, and the apartment is awfully quiet without her constant loop of "physical (you're so)" from the other other room (speaking of which, I need a roommate now, so if anybody's interested drop me a line at [email protected]. The stereo in the living room is awesome, and the couches in the living room are pretty clean. It's a cool place, you'll dig it).

I wanted to say two more things: Jack and Cokes are AWESOME (they're fucking BEYOND even more powerful), and here is WTC's newest feature:

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[Things_I_Hate]
Yeah, I'm an easy going guy, for the most part. I've got my bands I dig, I've got some friends that are cool, I've got L'orangerie Stank; and sure, I may bust through a case of whip-its every now and then, but I think I'm pretty even keeled. Takes a lot to rile ole' Gabriel Miller.

But then there's some people...

[Episode I: Saturnine]
words by Gabriel

pleasure or pain?
the loathing or the lying?
instigation
menstruation
horror beyond imagination

if ignorance were bliss
my dear, i'd drink the fountain
of your happiest happiness
for believe me
it would spring eternal

and you wear it well
your sense of self
that sycophantic sense of suck

So
shove your severed fingers
and your cowboy apocalypse destruction
in your fucking mouth
(oh little girl)
and give the children of Africa a break, honey
I think they've starved enough this year

and suck on our laughter
all the way down
all the way fucking down
as we burn
on the last days

of conscription's flame

the flame
the flame
the fiery flame
do you see it now?
do you hear it now?
its ruby rustle roar
alive on your tongue

That's all for this edition. This is Gabriel Miller, and I Hate Everyone.