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No Shadations of Grey here. Nor lavenders and lollipops for bad boys and girls. Every text(vis)ual page is a rainbow in full-blown luminous flux. Every symbiotic word, a conceptual construct scaffolded into a tensegrity sphere of depravity. What's the escape velocity for Planet Dirt? Catherine the Great toyed with the calculation best, "There is nothing, it seems to me, so difficult as to escape from that which is essentially agreeable." With Nietzsche bringing up the rear, "For branches to reach to heaven, roots must reach to hell." Ms. von Kix invites one to, "Gather in my gray-blue eyes. This is yours. Float unencumbered." "Now be off," Mistress then commands, "and catch us the foxes, the little foxes, for our vineyards are in bloom!" ________________________________________ "The thread of this [palimpsestic phantasmagoria] wends throughout the machinations of the Webstress Illustra von Kix conducting a power exchange, yin for yang, with the elsen Doctor Mortsac who so over amps their prison planet's exoskeletal Nidus Plexus that it fazes amok acoustic shadows until the 'mash sheen eerie' descends into a cascading tessellation of crumbling dungeons strung to the bend in time. "Be he victor or victim, in the end their argument is all just a matter of semantics, I'm sure." mpc["megaparsec"]Astro ________________________________________ From the "FOREWEB," a flash-cycle vignette: "I first met the Webstress by appointment on a blistering First of July afternoon at her 'happy' (Los Feliz) home's dungeon with a portfolio of my metric montages. I explained, while she leafed through the illustrated poems, that it was my intention to 'flesh in' the exoskeletal catalog she had in her hands with genuine gotherotic scenery. She agreed, in exchange for modeling scenes, to enweb the artist for 666 days while the camera could be tossed from slave to Illustrix to crew, all shooting scenes on the mat with Erato, Muse of Lyric, in a no holds barred grapple of metronomic servitude. "To submit one's self -- Art's ultimate price. "Did I have the cajones? Sounded better than holing up in a flop with a Burroughs 'typer' from Goodwill and broke dick...I've done that for art: getting it broke off and on a fork fed me. The folio aside, Illustra handed me a clip boarded 'Dialog Sheet' with pen. I scribbled 'no hol[e]s barred'."

When Prof. William Dyer, a geologist from Miskatonic University, investigates an abandoned, hieroglyphed city forged with weird non-human geometry in the ice-wastes of Antarctica, he uncovers evidence of an ancient and cataclysmic war waged between races of malignant aliens: long before the advent of the human race, the Elder Ones battled for supremacy with the Star-spawn of Cthulhu, leaving behind a lurking protoplasm of unimaginable cosmic evil.At The Mountains Of Madness is a crucial work in Lovecraft's Cthulhu Mythos, the author's first interpretation of his occult paroxysms in science-fictional terms, dating dark entities back to the primordial aeons of the Earth's existence.This new edition also includes Lovecraft's two other major "science fantasy" stories: The Whisperer In Darkness and The Shadow Out Of Time, plus the related poem-cycle Fungi From Yuggoth, and a new introduction by DM Mitchell (editor, The Starry Wisdom).