Thee Goths nightmare has come true... another Valentines day! Oh.. the pain.. come join him as he "feels" his future lovers... two fawns from the state of Oklahoma.. Brittany and Jennibot!
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Thee Goth Blog - Valentine's Special
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Thee Goth Blog - Return of Darkfawn
Thee Goth recieves a dvd in the mail and asks the viewers to watch it with him. It is non other than the darkfawn, his lover that torments his dreams and his rhymes. She claims her name is Shockdee , protector of the dolphins. Thee Goth gets into a shouting match and it turns into a kundalini fight.
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Thee Goth Blog - Sweet Nothings and Sour Everythings
Thee goth attempts to feel his next lover... you will be surprised at who it is! File under disturbing.
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Thee Goth Blog - Shape Shifting Sleetstacks
Thee Goth brings up how the ruling elite aren't really lizard people. They're shape shifting sleetstacks that have designs on your infant children. ... (more)
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Thee Goth Blog - Soul Bangin'
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Thee Goth Blog - Krumpn' Therapy and the Destruction of the Superego
Thee Goth in his quest for happiness and inner peace tries a new form of therapy. Based on the crumping dance movement, the subject dances as fast as he can until he is "struck' with the spirit and theoretically the superego is destroyed resulting in a renewed sense of spirtuality.But a corrupt Crump master can make or break the treatment.
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Thee Goth Blog - Father's Experiments
In the quest for a new lover, Thee Goth tries a desperate attempt by putting his hand against the screen in order to "feel" his future lover. He then goes on to describe his troubled childhood at the hands of a cruel scientist father. Also he is plagued by his unruly pug sweetums.
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Thee Goth Blog - The Burning Times (of my manhood)
Thee Goth busts a particularly bitter rhyme about living on Commercial Drive in Vancouver, Canada. This is the fifth installment of thee goth blog. ... (more)
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Thee Goth Blog - The Loveletter
Sometimes a ray of light passes through the thick black curtains, through the dust particles and finally through the greasepaint makeup and falls on ones head.It seems an Appalchian lass has sent thee Goth a video love letter.
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Thee Goth Blog - Nocturnal Borealis
Russell has been having unwanted nocturnal visitors to his bed chamber. Under direction of his psychiatrist he sets up motion detection web cams to catch what is happening. What he discover's is shocking as well as disturbing.
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Thee Goth Blog - Oedipussy
Thee Goth talks about therapy,childhood, hiding under mother's billowy skirt and splitting into the four personalities that inhabit him today.
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Thee Goth Blog - Releasing My Angerball
Thee Goth busts a ryhme dedicated to his last girlfriend...the dark fawn. She cheated on him with Billy Zane at her grandmother's condo at whistler b.c.
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Thee Goth Blog - Reaching out
Hello, my name is Thee GothMine name is Thee Goth! Hailing from Vancouver, B.C, Canada. I was born under the name Russell but that name was shed as the mental scar tissue built up over the countless years of mental anguish this world heaped upon me. My Father a psychiatrist, experimented on me for his studies on the negetive effects on the nervous system. My Mother would sheild me under her billowy skirt... there was my happy place! But Father would drag me out and continue his inhumane experiments!. It all resulted in my fragile eggshell mind fragmenting into many differerent personalities... (as documented in my video blogs). I have known love before .. only to have it ripped away by the likes of Jack Issac and the actor Billy Zane. Also documented in my video blogs. Fathers work resulted in a Nobel Prize and I now live in a manor on a hundred Acre estate on the outskirts of town. I only communicate through the series of tubes that is the internet... as father's experiments have left me fearfull of other people. But I crave a mate... I have realized that I need love...the kind of love I cannot get from my hounds ... Sweetumns and Brutus... but I am ready to love again... so I seek a young goth fawn ..... and thats where my adventure begins...... now i send my lonely message in a bottle down the series of tubes ... so tell me future lovers...Will you be mine?....Could you be mine?...Won't you heal this damaged soul and come live with me in the manor where I'll take you back down by the crick and we'll drink spiced wines, dine on fresh meats and i'll bust rhymes real slow.... I am Thee Goth and I'm open to recieve after many years of forced mental exile.
