8/10/19

That Prologue Could be Half the Book

 A very substantial prologue of a brilliant society on a world with high, crisp October days, cool with mists and full of hope where one can see forever...then the main story of dystopian darkness, rotting putrid political corruption pervasive and reinforcing the fallen ecosphere of the planet. Light and darkness. A billion remaining former socialists fighting for scraps in little, tight enclaves of evil boiling shoe stew over flaming trash barrels.

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After the Space Odyssey (a poem)

  The blob do’ozed its way over the black lagoon battling zilla the brain that wouldn’t die a lost world was lost   An invasion of the carro...