I have just been sipping wine and savouring French bleu cheese while reading about the Jacobins, Robespierre, the killing of Danton and Herbert and Robespierre's own death, mixed with the joys of reading about the Cult of the Supreme Being and the absurd Mountains and temple of reasons, what a joke. what a socialist, extreme, radical, regime to herald itself in the early days of 1794!, that totaliterrian control of the populace, political and social uniformity that was to be demanded, and non-conformity would just mean death, and arrest, under the law of suspects and the law of 22 prairal. and fancy organising the calender into 10 day weeks, and reorganising the months and all into quaint french names like frimaire and brumaire and vendemaire, oh when incidentally napoleon treated people to a whiff of grapeshot. good revision, huh. sigh.

i slept at three. was just slamming the guitars just now and my my, how fun was it. simply riduculous fun...."oh, the next song is...it's a cover of..." as though there was indeed an audience listening to me and me nonsense. the fantasies of life.

my playlist looks something like this, now

system of a down: toxicity
system of a down: chop suey
big country: in a big country
linkin park: one step closer
linkin park: faint
incubus: drive

i don't know, lots of maddening thrash for a rubbishy interesting day.