Theatrical Muse 180 Doing-over your life.
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singindemonhqNo.
This kind of question could drive someone mad – that don’t mean I haven’t used it myself, just that I won’t answer it. The big things are the ones that can’t be changed by the choice of the customer that they apply to. What do you want to do, be the opposite sex? Choose a different magic talent? That’s choosing that a different sperm hits a different egg and what comes out ain’t going to be you.
As for the other choices - I’ve heard them all, clients who didn’t want to be torn out of Heaven, clients who didn’t know that they were choosing Hell and those who chose Hell knowingly, but who really didn’t know that they wouldn’t ever be able to get out. I've heard customers who sing that they’ve got the wrong bodies, the wrong minds, the wrong race… Change some of those things and really they might change their destinies, especially if they’re in the wrong society - but they usually can’t change that either.
Of all the words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are, “It might have been”
Had I just known the tempting thing
Had virus creeping on its skin,
Had I just met the one I seek,
Had I just known the brakes were weak,
Had I just known my strength would fail,
Known that the cheque was in the mail,
Known that the offered shield from strife,
Would be behind me with the knife,
Had I turned north instead of south,
Had I just shut my stupid mouth!
Had I just known a little more,
Had I just known a little more.
Of all the words of tongue or pen
The saddest are “It might have been,”
Those energies can build too strong,
And bring a flaming end to song.
.......................................
I ain't about to answer that question.
Muse, Sweet the singing demon,
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 294
This kind of question could drive someone mad – that don’t mean I haven’t used it myself, just that I won’t answer it. The big things are the ones that can’t be changed by the choice of the customer that they apply to. What do you want to do, be the opposite sex? Choose a different magic talent? That’s choosing that a different sperm hits a different egg and what comes out ain’t going to be you.
As for the other choices - I’ve heard them all, clients who didn’t want to be torn out of Heaven, clients who didn’t know that they were choosing Hell and those who chose Hell knowingly, but who really didn’t know that they wouldn’t ever be able to get out. I've heard customers who sing that they’ve got the wrong bodies, the wrong minds, the wrong race… Change some of those things and really they might change their destinies, especially if they’re in the wrong society - but they usually can’t change that either.
Of all the words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are, “It might have been”
Had I just known the tempting thing
Had virus creeping on its skin,
Had I just met the one I seek,
Had I just known the brakes were weak,
Had I just known my strength would fail,
Known that the cheque was in the mail,
Known that the offered shield from strife,
Would be behind me with the knife,
Had I turned north instead of south,
Had I just shut my stupid mouth!
Had I just known a little more,
Had I just known a little more.
Of all the words of tongue or pen
The saddest are “It might have been,”
Those energies can build too strong,
And bring a flaming end to song.
.......................................
I ain't about to answer that question.
Muse, Sweet the singing demon,
Fandom, BTVS
Words, 294
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WHOA!
Date: 2007-05-27 01:22 pm (UTC)This morning I had a vision of the future (dreaming) which was dark, dirty and hot. At one point, there was a scratching at the door, the front door - such as my cat makes, so I went to let my mother's dog in (I was visiting her). Before I could though, they advised me not to, that it wasn't safe. I was puzzled, craned upward to look through the peep-hole and saw two guys backing away. I was outraged. These two guys had been bent down, scratching like an animal in order to get in! Then they lunged, broke the door open, shattering the storm door window and they attacked ... in slow motion. I - the overmind - slowed the action so that I - the actor - could decide what to do. I considered popping out the eyeballs of one of them, but instead grabbed a bat and did a Lizzie Borden number on his head.
I guess that was too graphic for the overmind because the next thing was that it didn't happen and they left - disappointed in their home invasion attempt. And the dream continued.