blathering here..but anyone who knows me probably realizes that between frequent time-travel; over-exposure to L-space and sub-space distortion of the hyper-ganglionic connection to my brain cell (currently held north of the Canandian border due to high tariff fees) my thoughts often work in strange and unpredictable ways.

Hence I found myself singing snatches of song this morning from the previous unknown and unpublished work 'Dante's Inferno - the musical'

I used to work up in the sky
harping midst the clouds
I used work in Heaven boys,
and sing Hosannahs loud
But the Great I AM said I had sinned, and needs must that I fall
There's only one job left for me - to be the Devil's thrall

Working down in Hades, amid the ice and flames
tormentin' all the hapless souls and hearin' all their screams
And the torments that I visit them have shriveled up my soul
and it's all shriek together lads, we're demons all