(Just not so much as Paul and John said, the place I mean.)

This place is surrealist, it begins when the social norms end and it ends when the moon goes down. It is a place that has more shadows casted upon it than any other, it is that part of society that is outlasted, yet nobody cares. Because you see, with Punks, people cared, there are studies and studies about their rebellious ways and their loud music. Then there are the Goths and the Rock stars, all very different, but they all got studied. They were all feared and blamed because of their uproar into society.

But the place I went had no punks of Goths, it was a tribe that has been there always, yes changing, but has always been there. No special attention to it, no studies about it and its trashy music, or ideas. But that is because these outcasts are not an uproar, are not loud, they are silent. They are hard to notice, for they hide and lie beneath dungeons and dragons. They are the tribe of the silent screams.

And such a tribe deserves a full study, but since I'm no psychologist (just by chance), and I'm no sociologist (yet), I can just say: that place and time, with the costumes and shrag, had a lovely Jack.

[in hopes there is no copyright infreingement]

by I'm the penguin