The distinction between past, present, and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion.
— Albert Einstein
the ghastly shadowy third & the critical eye/ & every false note blasted upon the less properly adjusted (& perhaps annihilate the after-dream of I?) – attention! various space-time singularities received a few rank echoes/ dread century contributions passed on alone to decayed users bent by force field & a quarter pause (hushed analysis of the dull, dark, & terrible crowded upon me as I sent the message across soul vector subspace) – half pleasure drawing shadows in space-time nexus of the feral connection/ icon of the Heliade cloud arguing the earthly sensation (& part of the bad acting unnerved me) – fatuous fancies of the abysmal depth (it was possible, I reflected) – resolve hung oppressively low in very simple space-time configurations/ unnnatural force fields inflected by thought patterns/ explore lurid impressions of eye mysteries & beyond/ beyond the shades & echoes of prenatal sound & color imprints that exist forever in emotional space-time vortex (right, there’s no mistake!) – – –
Gary Numan: This Wreckage (Top of the Pops, 1980)
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