(Re-posted "Still Gothic, after all these years")
My core is hard. Does it have a label? Did it ever? Like Mary, I was a cross of Goth, punk, and just plain psycho. I was "Orphan Edge". I was the little, cut up, freak in a leather jacket which had a history. I was I was I was. In Philly, in Israel, in Kentucky, in the burbs, in school, on South Street, on drugs, at the squat, at the shows, in the Institute, in the gutter, in the bars, at work, at home... I was. I am what I was. I am what I am. I am what I will always be.
I'm Cutter.
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