These archives have offered many opportunities to reflect upon futility… 19 years ago I already speculated on the futility of the enterprise… the lack of cohesion… abrupt shifts of direction in style, focus and content… the mental disorders that fuelled and were suffered in consequence of Distort.
I also reflect on the enemies,
affronted by provocative tirades,
who have faded into obscurity,
toothless and old,
nursing bleeding livers,
incontinence,
shattered psyches.
My enemies,
who wake in the night in terror,
soaked in piss,
pleading to the shadows for mercy,
alone and pathetic.
Do you know this band Hatebreed? They say ‘Smash Your Enemies’, do you think this is a good sentiment, or are you more of a turn the cheek kind of mane?
I reflect on the friends, across the world, who contributed art and words, who printed Distort at their work after hours and helped post to subscribers around the world in every continent. Thank you, my brothers and sisters, my cousins.
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