My Rock and Roll Fanasty, Clad in Leather Fanasty

I am you, and what I see is me.

Hi, guys. Geezer's back and ready for more. I feel a lot better and I felt refresh, although the freshness it mixed with the look of a zombie in a Bob Ross shirt. There will be ranting in this chapter, you have been warned.

I must have stayed up until two each morning, while thinking about nothing and everything combined.

I listening to a mess of stuff and became a hot mess myself, trying to figure out what to write about. I wrote a few sentences, but I couldn't write anything massive or anything that sparked my interest as an author.

I mostly made aesthetics for my character and drew my characters, but no real story telling was involved.

As I was gone on here, I noticed a lot of things about me that I didn't realise before. If I'm wanted then I'll do whatever is needed. I wrote a song called Judgement Day for my band. They needed a song for each other the six of us and so I wrote on. I thought it went well. This reminds me of something Geezer Butler or Steve Harris would write. Maybe it's because they're two of my writing influences.

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I'm walking alone
into the frozen abyss
Visions in my head
someday, maybe,
they'll throw me the bone

Punishments fail as
the Assisant prevails
as the world falls down
and I walk alone.
When Judgement Day comes, you'll be in hell
Because monsieur, you've already rung the bell

I'm walking alone
into the black abyss
Visions in my head
with no end of them in sight

Punishments fail as
the Assisant prevails
as the world falls down
and I walk alone.
When Judgement Day comes, you'll be in hell
Because mister, you've already rung my bell
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Speaking of metal lyricists, I was thinking about how much a dislike people who stereotype and put people don't. It's ridiculous and I wrote six pages pages about it.

First, not all metalheads are vicious, dirty, mean, etc. Do you think I am? I'm enthusastic about my music tastes, and I never think of violence as an answer. Besides, if someone's getting to me, I just use words and/or get myself ou of the situtation.

I'm not dirty. Not in a hyigene sense anyway. I keep myself tidy and organized, even though my mind isn't always.

I'm not mean to anyone. I can be a sarcastic sometimes, but I'm never mean to anyone.

Second, you know that symbol for rock and roll and metal alike. The hand sign. (Folding the middle and ring finger to the palm of your hand and putting the thumb over it.) Well that symbol is called the Evil Eye. It was popularized by Ronnie James Dio, who's Italian grandmother use to do it. The Evil Eye was used to warn off anything or anyone with bad spirits. Hence, metalheads are the most protected.

You don't have to dress or act like a metal, always to be one. I surely don't, all the time. My music taste, clothing and the way I act are way different things to people I don't know, or they don't know me. Usually I have on a pair of stretch pants or jeans and a t-shirt or jumper. I mostly dress in band tees, the bands that I do love. If you're an outsider you really won't know I'm a metal fan, until you see my studded arm brace, my Youtube watch history, or the music on my phone.

At school or anywhere, I don't really act like a metalhead. I don't scream out metal, or doing anything out there like that. Maybe bob my head to the beat, yes. I write about non-dark subjects, fluffy stories, poetry, watch movies, and listening to music with my light-up cat ear headphones, that I wear everyday, because I can.

Death metal's not the only metal and no, I don't worship the Devil. I have one thing to say to these people that that's go eff yourselves, because you know nothing for what you're talking about. This subject just pisses me off.

Metal is just an umbrella term for heavy music. There's many, many, many subgenres of metal, I could spend hours just talking about them.  Heavy metal, heavy blues, heavy rock, classic metal, thrash metal, industrial metal, etc.

And I call myself an agnostic. Look it up, if you don't know the meaning, already. And fuck, I don't even listen to death metal.

It pisses me off when people jump to conclusions without seeing the full picture. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm talking about Number of the Beast by Iron Maiden.

The Number of the Beast was Maiden's third album from 1982. The title track on the album is, in fact, about dreams, not devil worship. I have support from the lyrics to support this.

In the third verse, it stated, "...in my own dreams, reflections of my warped mind staring back at me." Dreams, people. He's seeing things in his dreams.

In the fourth verse, "'Cause in my dreams, it's always there. The evil face that twists my mind and beings me to despair." Dreams, again. The narrator's seeing the Devil and is going mad about it.

People don't see things as a whole. People only see the line, "666, the number of the beast," and immedately go 'Ah' and put a label on it without going deeper.

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Anywho, I shall make some tea and listen to some Physical Graffiti, or watch some Stevie Nicks interviews, because she's way too adorable and I shall see you soon. 💚Feeling like a revived zombie Geez💜