communion of misfits

Mt. Eerie - Wind Poem (streaming free at NPR) Mope-out bummer rock parties with its corpse-painted black metal cousins at the bottom of the quarry into which the aforementioned bummer rock was, until now, too pussy to venture. Everybody learns a little from each other while getting stupid high and taking turns with the bloodletting knife. Some jokes are told. Some tears are shed. They all tell shoplifting stories until dawn, when they all scurry back to their respective crypts. Hugs all around. It is a communion of misfits.