[From the bonus disc to tism.bestoff.]
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I was thinking the other day about what they wrote about Amadeus... the man who wrote the finest music ever and one of the greatest movies ever made about music. These statements are true, but are so simplistic and sweeping that they attract the attention of the eye if not the intelligence. This sort of crap is everywhere, tolerated as normal. It is all rubbish. Mozart did no arts.
[music]
I returned a fortnight later a different person, reading Sylvia Plath, I barracked for the Germans. Disembowelling Melissa was an experience... indescribable. Jail, then death, and now hell.
(...and now hell... and now hell...)
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