I'd love to be able to tell ya'll a funny story about the conception of this one--but actually, I just made it all up.
I was thinking on the psychology of lines, beaurocracy, and how isolated from one another we all seem to become in a circumstance that otherwise would be chaotic. I wasn't trying to fool ya'll--I was just writin'! All of this spawned by the first two lines, as I pictured how many doubts and fears I had--I just sort of imagined the place that would have to exist to serve them all.
And Kacy? It's true that sometimes number 13 is removed from the shuffle--and I have never actually felt the pain of discovery of whether or not they do the same with "666"--butI HAVE thought about it. grins
Now there was a time, at the long defunct concert hall called "The Warehouse", wherein they had installed a maze for us misbehaving rock fans to walk through to get to the door after they recognized the dangers of the "stampede" that rock shows were once reknowned for.
I recall the first time we encountered that--and how docile the once boisterous crowd became when being forced to walk through that thing. Then somebody started to "moo". Another joined in, and before we knew it, we were all shuffling and mooing our way into the place. Some started putting thier fingers on their heads for horns.
Perhaps that is where the now infamous "devil" handsign that is a common signature at rock shows all began...
I think too much, huh?
Thanks all for reading.
and um, "Moo".