Welcome to those of you who are new. Also, my apologies to new and old for being a really bad mod. This community was created  years ago to serve a purpose of some five individuals, and at the time, since I was new to LJ, it didn't occur to me that people would ever find it/join up.
Since it's been pretty quiet and posting has been rather sporadic, I think it's high time we all rubbed elbows a bit and got to know each other. What is everyone's name? Where are they from? Aspirations? Whatever you've got, share it!
Also... the user-info for the community is pretty sorry (again, apologies... it was created hastily in one night and hasn't really been touched, hence the hideous colour scheme) and could do with a bit of an overhaul. Any ideas on how to expand the interests/bio? Not necessarily to attract new members, per se, just to liven things up a bit for ourselves? It's all completely open and I would love to hear any suggestions.
As always, any sort of writing is welcome, as long as it is yours. If you find something really amazing that you'd like to share, and you have permission from the original author, post that, too! If you've got other journals geared specifically toward endeavours such as NaNoWriMo or write lyrics for your band, have at! Leave links, write samples, offer explanations of your inclinations. If there is a really stellar writer on your LJ friends list, show them off by posting their username. Writers are usually just as much voyeurs as they are artists-- inspiration comes from everywhere. Feel free to share your muses as well as your work.
I hope you all had a wonderful New Year and I look forward to getting to know you.
Bands of brothers on burned bridges
With the intent to stay away
Angry daughters and resented mothers
Infidel fathers with the proclivity to stray
Burning bridges, leaning towers
A new day laid to waste
And we sit here through the hours
Of another New Years Day
With a grudge out in the garden
And an angel in the snow
And a past that's long forgotten
As are the lessons we should know
We once were the future
And now are nothing more than past
The nineties represented angst
The zeroes? Nothing more than ass
We thought we taught our children well
When Barbie's breast size was reduced
We figured zealous angels beckoned
During the fight for right to choose
We didn't know the Pen 15 was secretly a scandal
We didn't think that sofa king was anything so bad
We didn't wonder if it was too much to handle
We didn't know the past would be the best we ever had.