Saturday, June 13, 2009

The Raven




`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Music and primal urges...

An odd primal wiring makes me want to jump headfirst into conflict if a certain song or rhythm plays. I know I'm not the only man who feels this...