Who says metal is depressing?

Yes, it roars and shouts, but the lyrics aren’t the dire, depressing horrific mess that horrified parents make it out to be. Minus, of course, the kid swearing. But we’ll ignore it this once, for the awesomeness of this song.

Rebirth Of The Temple

Wake up and rise to live another day
Put on your gloves to fight society
Sedate your fears and build your train of thought
Stand up for your beliefs and never stop

Pushing hard each day
Keep our individuality
Elevate your mind
Strength within is what you need to find

Pick up the pieces we all make mistakes
Rebirth of self esteem ignore whats fake
Move on, your not alone
Stay strong, do not lose hope

In the mood in the moonlight.

I have a mind to write my entire NaNo whilst listening to nothing but Glenn Miller and Oingo Boingo. Would five CDs worth of Miller magic cover 50,000 words? Add to that nine (downloaded- don’t tell!) cds of Danny Elfman howling down my speakers and the mood is pretty much set.

Roleplaying with NaNo characters is amusing, especially when the opposite RP-er is using her sex-crazed succubus to tempt my repressed character into wickedness.

Attempting to organise all my poetry into three distinctive categories: Static Cats, Pagan Prayers and Unusables. Unfortunately, more of them are in an unfinished state than I realised, being scribbles torn from notebooks. A Static Cat is written on the back sheet of a Pagan Prayer and the unusables are thrown about all over the place. Give me six extra right arms for the copying up, because I don’t EVER want to lose the originals- not just original scribblings, but original feelings, often lost in the edit. I’d much prefer to keep them for future reference.

Honour the glorious poets. Their shades that left us are now returned.