It's harder than you thought, walking from the battle at the end of time and down a street that reeks of entropy and fire and spilled lives. Your eyes aren't dry. Neither is the alien sky. (more) http://nomadologic.net/?p=139

Zone Apocalyptic cults and youth gangs, colleges and phalansteries, espionage networks trading in vaporous facts and networks of home shoppers for illicit goods; monastic, penological, mutant-biomorphic, and anarcho-terrorist cells; renegade churc... http://nomadologic.net/?p=132

May I ask you all for silence The dreamer is still asleep May the goddess keep us from single vision And you too sleep The dreamer is still asleep The dreamer is still asleep He’s inventing landscapes and the magnetic fields Working out the... http://nomadologic.net/?p=101

A poem by John Balance from the obscure book about the Virgin Prunes from the mid-late 1980s titled VIRGIN PRUNES Faculties of a Broken Heart by Rolf Vasellari. "Disabled Landscape" From the spires of an old grey tree Swings a burial at... http://nomadologic.net/?p=90

(The key to joy is disobedience There is no guilt and there is no shame) A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup A snow-piece to avoid the great heat of the sun Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon An ice-piece so as they seem f... http://nomadologic.net/?p=83

On the sea coast of Tibet Egyptian Aztecs are arriving from Norway They've been varnishing the woodwork for forty-three centuries Here, Nature is naked, her acrobats bathed in blood There's a beast of prey on the threshold of pleasure And the gi... http://nomadologic.net/?p=81