This is the random stuff I wrote in the margins, way back when...
Hell is a Summer Festival
Gehenna. More than a place. A way of life.
Life is a jigsaw puzzle. Some of us are fortunate to have pliable edges, so that we fit in many spaces. DM 4/19/91
Molding the Break
the footsteps we follow in have worn the path nearly smooth. hard to go our own way now.
the music we play is a "new rebellion" from that old rebellion of a past rebellion from some imaginary former conformity. hard to find something original.
the food we eat is new and improved over the other new and improved food which was better than something before. hard to get anything fresh.
the thoughts thought then by those before were of course wrong, now that we think in the correct way that we think now. hard to think clearly.
the roads are forked, we go the right way - do we know which that is - do we care - should we - can it make a difference? we'll arrive at our destination anyway. hard to get anywhere new.
DM 3/25/91
fortune presents gifts not according to the book
when you expect whistles it's flutes
when you expect flutes it's whistles
what various paths are followed in distributing honors of possession
she gives awards to some and penitence cloaks to others
(lines from a Dead Can Dance song)
Zusatzlichlieder
(I don't know what that means, or why I wrote it)
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