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Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Meanwhile, on Saturn...

ChildofAdamStrange

The child of Adam Strange spins vinyl UFO's for food or vegemite. Preferably vegemite. The loops attract zombie blackstars flashing grills made out of mercury in the whiteness of space, while the sound they make is like sucking of galactic spittle from astros humping wormholes.

Like hacking, only in reverse.

Like hacking, only in reverse.

Such is the growling mix of the universe.

...And she wonders if there's life on Mars.

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