The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Future is Now #3


Platinum blonde alien with flying saucer phallus.

7 comments :

MichaelRyerson said...

Who am I to question a woman with those hips?

Christopher said...

I'll just bet shes from Venus
Planet o Dames!

Who Am Us Anyway? said...

She's got the touch ...

goomba said...

It looks like cameltoe is in our future.

justjack said...

What is that, Harris Tweed? Because in space, no-one can hear you scratch.

Vanwall said...

a Gabor sister?

swac said...

It's one of those early analog Daleks.