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[01.19.04] O sweetest Melancholy!
[12.13.03] A dark contest of waves and winde;
A meer tempestuous debate.

[12.03.03] O Poesy! for thee I hold my pen
[11.05.03] My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast...

[10.11.03] The scholar and the world! The endless strife,
The discord in the harmonies of life!

[10.11.03] Let me not to the marriage of true minds...
[09.29.03] Too weak, for all her heart's endeavour,
To set its struggling passion free

[08.25.03] "I have nothing to declare except my genius."
[08.23.03] "Either that wallpaper goes, or I do."
[08.21.03] Darkling I listen; and, for many a time
I have been half in love with easeful Death,
Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme
To take into the air my quiet breath

[05.05.03] The most insipid and meaningless drivel...
[05.05.03] Un chant mystérieux tombe des astres d'or.
[03.18.03] There is poetry in despair,
And we sang with unrivaled beauty,
Bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.

[03.08.03] Totus mundus agit histrionem
[03.01.03] 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

[02.27.03] My heart is as some famine-murdered land
Whence all good things have perished utterly

[02.23.03] Morituri te salutamus
[02.20.03] I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid.

[02.03.03] Because I could not stop for Death—He kindly stopped...
[01.31.03] Read this the tale of my despair...
[07.05.02] Hic astabo tantisper cum hac forma et factus frusta?
[03.05.02] The squalor of the soul
[03.03.02] Resplendence
[03.02.02] Mortality
Archived Entries
[03.15.03] Drivel of the Day | March 15, 2003
[02.21.03] Answers to the Common Knowledge Quiz
[02.21.03] Come one, come all!
Test your mental mettle: Common Knowledge Quiz

[02.17.03] Elen síla lúmenn' omentielvo
[02.16.03] The Conflagration of the Fripperies | Chapter the Third
[02.15.03] Shop! in the Name of Love...
[02.10.03] I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-grey,
And Winter's dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.

[02.10.03] I live in Possibility—
A fairer House than Prose...

[01.19.03] Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget...
[12.20.02] Of Love and Other Demons
[12.19.02] Vitanda est improba siren desidia
[12.16.02] Où nagent dans la nuit l'horreur et le blasphème
[10.23.02] Down With The CPP
[10.15.02] The Conflagration | Chapter the Second
[10.11.02] The Conflagration Chapter the First: Revised
[08.12.02] Varium et mutabile semper femina
[07.07.02] Aut insanit homo, aut versus facit
[07.04.02] Bibamus, moriendum est
[07.02.02] He's alive! Aliiiiiiiive!
[05.04.02] For love is a many-splendored thing...
[05.03.02] This is only a test...
[04.27.02] Caution: Wet Paint
[04.27.02] Everything you never wanted to know about me...
[04.26.02] Soirées and sadness
[04.23.02] Mustn't... go... home!
[04.22.02] My raging addiction
[04.21.02] The Life of Eric Jeffus: Apr. 18-21, 2002
[04.21.02] The shocking truth about dogs
[04.18.02] Operation: Apathy
[04.18.02] Need sleep, precious, precious sleep...
[04.18.02] The Black Sabbath
[04.15.02] God has no religion.
[04.15.02] Rituale Romanum
[04.14.02] Purgatory
[04.13.02] Self-defense (literally)
[04.12.02] Rumours of my death...
[04.12.02] On Counterculture.
[04.12.02] I am a Converse convert
[04.12.02] The Monster Stress Hath Begotten
[03.05.02] The crows will kill us all...
[03.03.02] Visions
[03.01.02] What happens to a dream deferred?

Purgatory [04.14.02]

Last night was quite interesting; my friend Chris (I mentioned him in my "I am a Converse convert" entry) came over and we "chilled." (People usually find it amusing when I deliberately use slang or "ebonics." I was able to bring an entire classroom to hysterics, including the teacher, by saying "Yo, wassup." Word.) Anyway, the dominating activity during Chris's recent visits (aside from discussing important issues such as girls, music, and life in general) has been his bringing music of various genres so as to expose me to all that I missed during my self-inflicted audio-isolationism. This went without a hitch: I ended up ripping These Shattered Lives by Sick of Change (like AFI except more Christian and less screaming - verdict: superlative!) and the KROQ Christmas CD, Swallow My Eggnog (crude, rude, and lewd, but not without some excellent music), among others. But that really isn't the point of this entry, to be honest. Let's get to that now, shall we?

I originally wanted to give you an in-depth account of what the majority of the night (until about 2 a.m.) was devoted to, but decided it was boring. Well, the long and short of it is that we (Chris and I, that is) wrote and recorded a song, a process that took about four hours overall, between Chris figuring out the chords and such (all of which is alien to me, and old hat to him), our collaborating on the lyrics, practicing, and finally (thank the gods!) recording an almost perfect version. It's a great song, despite my best (or worst?) efforts to ruin it. (Chris is an excellent songwriter and musician, but I'm more than adept at wrecking any endeavors comprising singing or playing a musical instrument.) Anyway, the song is entitled "Purgatory," and, it being in the style of Gothic Punk (we might very well try another genre next time around, but decided this would be fun), deals, naturally, with death. Personally, my favorite part of the song is the chorus, but the whole megillah is awesome. Just to clear it all up, Chris sings the first verse, I the second verse, and the chorus has me singing the lines without parentheses while Chris echoes the lines with parentheses, slightly overlapping the words. Below you'll find the lyrics, but might I ask a favor of you, my most faithful readers? We have not yet been christened as a band, and any suggestions you have for our name are welcome. We're basically two guys and a guitar, if that helps at all. Thanks in advance for any help you offer; if you have any ideas, just drop a line in my G-Spot, if you would. Merci!

Purgatory

I can see the darkness falling;
I can hear the shadows calling,
Calling me to untimely demise.
Everything is black around me;
Demons of my past have found me,
Taunting me with haunting, hellish cries.

Getting closer every day
(I fall into my grave)
Make this darkness go away
(For I am now enslaved)
Spirits grab me while I sleep
(Calling out my name)
Fires of hell that burn so deep
(Everlasting flame)

I can hear the vultures crying;
I can feel my soul is dying,
Sapped of all the light it once embraced.
Will I be a life forgotten?
Just a wraith hell hath begotten?
Now I fear my life was all a waste.

Getting closer every day
(I fall into my grave)
Make this darkness go away
(For I am now enslaved)
Spirits grab me while I sleep
(Calling out my name)
Fires of hell that burn so deep
(Everlasting flame)

[instrumental bridge]

Getting closer every day
(I fall into my grave)
Make this darkness go away
(For I am now enslaved)
Spirits grab me while I sleep
(Calling out my name)
Fires of hell that burn so deep
(Everlasting flame)

Getting closer every day
(I fall into my grave)
Make this darkness go away
(For I am now enslaved)
Spirits grab me while I sleep
(Calling out my name)
Fires of hell that burn so deep
(Everlasting flame)

[Exit Orpheum.]