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Astro Cruise 17 - There is a Black Big Bang Hole in Everyone's Head

There is a Black Big Bang Hole in Everyone's Head

Astro Cruise 17

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Pure Abstract
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Pure Abstract

Some of my recent abstract works...

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Abstract Big Bang
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Big Bang Generation

By Duran Duran (Lyrics)

Falling into space at the end of time black as the black in your eyes
Staring through a hole in the ozone there's nobody home
to play back your answers from Climax out of blue
with just another high no there must be something new
Now that I'm so alien

Entering the atmosphere don't know what is waiting here oh no
If there's nothing left to fear when we come
to gather in the big bang generation

Teardrop in the sky bursting my eye sound of the morning sigh
This life is stranger than fiction surreal addiction it's all I recognize
Feeding of the habit losing control where is it leading to
now that I'm the alien

Entering the atmosphere don't know what is waiting here oh no
If there's nothing left to fear when we come
to gather in the big bang generation
(Feel like I'm losing control) Big bang generation
(Now that I'm here all alone) Big bang generation
(Feel like I'm losing control) Big bang generation
(Feel like I'm losing it) We're gonna come to gather here

Where you coming from when we gonna burn out don't know
Having so much fun greetings from the big bang generation
Big bang generation meet you in the big bang generation
Together in the big bang generation together
with the big bang generation

(Duran Duran's official website)

Thought Explosion

The Big Bang
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By Doug Holder
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It's not the bang
so much
as the anticipation
the sensitive hairs
in each of your
expectant drums
your body
retreating into
its seminal
fetal curl
the hands'
feral clawing
and it all
boils
down to
some histrionic
exploding sun,
and then
quite simply
you're done.

(Poem's source : Authorsden.com)