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[photo from Destination: Void, by Franck Herbert (1965)] ((( ((( (((Black Hole Mass))) ))) )))
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The depth of hula groove Moves us to the nth hoop We're gonna groove to Horton Hears a Who-who I couldn't ask for another No, I couldn't ask for another DJ Soul was on a roll I've been told he can't be sold He's not vicious or malicious Just de-lovely and delicious I couldn't ask for another
All things are full of labour; man cannot utter it: the eye is not satisfied with seeing, nor the ear filled with hearing. The thing which hath been, it is that which shall be; and that which is done is that which shall be done: and there is no new thing under the sun.
[1979 in Heavy Metal Magazine Vol. 2, #10 by Philippe Caza] "A map is not just a guide, it's a promise to forge a path forward." - the journey is more important than the destination - The Map and the Territory
[art from Destination: Void, by Franck Herbert (1965)] ""Well," he says, his voice heavy with the gravity of the situation, "let's see what we can do with this mess. We need to create something that can handle the ship's systems, but also learn and adapt. It won't be easy."
Alice, a weary figure, traverses the intricate maze of politics. Her campaign, feeble and echoing against the void, strives in vain. A tapping, an enigmatic presence, disrupts her contemplation. The enigmatic walrus materializes, an ominous specter, taunting her ambitions. "Nevermore," it utters, a haunting refrain of despair. Alice, ensnared in the relentless cycle of questioning and desolation, finds no respite. The walrus, perched upon the bust of Pallas, an emblem of her torment. In the end,
[photo from Destination: Void, by Franck Herbert (1965)] ((( ((( (((Black Hole Mass))) ))) )))
the iconic spaceship of Destination: Void, by Franck Herbert (1965)
Perception shattered, reality bends, As electronic hallucinations ascend. Cut-up language, a collage of the mind, In fragments and pieces, meaning we find. Society's chains, technology can forge, But resistance, rebellion, we must urge. Liberation or enslavement, the choice is ours, In this electronic revolution, where power devours. Oh, beatnik souls, let's question and explore, The depths of this digital encore. Burroughs beckons us to think anew, To challenge, to rebel, to break on through.
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