May 12th, 2003

dusya

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The maps are wrong. Frontiers snake across disputed territory, ending and cracking. A road no longer goes where it went yesterday. A lake vanishes. Well-known books acquire different endings. Color bursts out of black-and-white ovies. Art is a hoax. Style is substance. The dead are ambarassing. There are no dead. That extremist is a moderate! This circumcised woman is culturally happy! Pictures don't lie! That images has been faked! Free the press! Ban nosy journalists! The novel is dead! Honor is dead! God is dead! Aaarghhh, they all alive, and they're coming after us! We dined at nine! No, we dined at eight! You were on time! No, you were late! East is West! Up is down! Yes is No! In is Out! Lies are truth! Hate is Love! Two and two makes five! And everything is for the best, the best of all possible worlds.

Music will save us, and love.
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dusya

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Sometimes it's just over and you can't make it all right. Justification by works: an overrated idea. There are the dumpers and there are the dumped, and if you fall into the latter category no amount of fantasy gambling can save you.