He hung up the receiver and, turning to me, smiled and nodded his head resignedly.
"The police get some funny jobs, sir," he confided. "Only last night a gentleman rang up the station and asked them to tell me to stop a short, stout lady with yellow hair and a big blue hat as she passed this point and to inform her that her husband had had to go out but that he had left the door-key just inside the dog-kennel!"
He laughed good-humoredly. The mood would not last long.
“Everything must have been swept to destruction before this flood."
"And all our labor and sacrifice has been useless," ... "We have freed a world at the cost of the lives of its inhabitants."
"The world is not lost, sweetheart," he cried as he clasped her to him. "The floods will not have overwhelmed the quarter, some of uptown, and some men and animals will have escaped. The waters will subside in a few weeks as they take up the new rotation of the Earth. By His will, we are spared for the labor of building a new world. As soon as the land again appears above the waters, we will land and assemble those who have been spared. We need fear no fresh attack for ages, perhaps never. Unhampered, we will build a new world and try to avoid the mistakes of the old one...Hopefully”
"You lack at least one quality of greatness; you sway too easily."
"No, I don't!" he protested. "I am as obstinate as a mule. But the logic of the thing is blankly unanswerable. I can either get down to thier dirty level--fight the devil with a brand taken out of his own fire; or----"
"Or what?" she asked.
"Or think up some other scheme; some plan which doesn't involve a surrender on my part of common decency and self-respect."
"Yes?" she retorted. "I suppose you have the other plan all wrought out and ready to drop into place?"
"No, I haven't," he admitted reluctantly.
"But at least you have some notion of what it is going to be?"
She was pacing back and forth in front of his chair in a way that was almost man-like; but her contemptuous impatience made her dangerously beautiful. Suddenly she stopped and turned upon him, and there were sharp claws in the kitten-buffetings.
Years later, a few months after...
Dawn in the concrete jungle! The rising sun shone down upon what may have been the strangest sight seen in that vast wilderness since the beginning of time. A dark and gloomy lake of stone, miles wide, lay shimmering beneath gray mists which rose like clouds of steam from its dull surface.
On all sides were swamps and water. A dense rank growth of trees and vines rose up from the very edge of the like a living wall, hemming in the lake with an almost solid mass of vegetation which reached unbroken for miles and miles.
Near the center of this lake there was an island. An island of sanity. Like the mainland, this island seemed to be covered with verdure, but from near the middle of it, far above the treetops, rose a tall column of yellowish smoke that spiraled sullenly into the upper atmosphere. To the eyes of the initiated this lazy smoke wreath told the reason.
So thrilling were my experiences during that period, so overcrowded with feverish action and strong emotions was each wonderful moment, and so entirely changed are the conditions of life as I now find it, that it is with considerable difficulty that I recall in detail all that happened prior to my remarkable discovery. One says "discovery" advisedly, but let it not be imagined that it was established as a result of any careful and systematic research, or that I possessed a subtle genius for astronomical science that was destined to introduce into society what must eventually revolutionize it. Nothing could be further from the facts. Into the daily grind of my absolutely uneventful career, burst the almost terrifying revelations with a suddenness that stunned me, while I was engaged in experiments of an entirely extraneous nature. But this is anticipating my story...
Making the few necessary preparations about my room for the night, I secured the door with lock and bolt, and, drawing my couch before the instrument, poured out a glass of wine and lit a cigar, hoping thus to steady my nerves.
The day had been warm and close, and a thunderstorm of unusual violence made the night a wild one. Vivid flashes of lightning that seemed to vie with each other in intensity, darted from the heavens, accompanied by deafening crashes of thunder that shook the building to its foundations, while the shrieking of the wind, as though it were rushing through the rigging of a ship at sea, added to the noise of the tempest.
Within a few moments the glow on my instrument would be the signal for my departure, and, as I prepared, I could not suppress a shudder at the thought of my spirit going out into the fury of such a storm. It seemed as if Death, in the fear of being driven from Earth and forever despoiled of his cruel victories, had turned loose the elements in his fury, and waited without to wreak vengeance on my audacious spirit as it sped through space.
An instant an intensely white glare on the surface of wires at this moment gave evidence of the super-radium current. It was the signal for my departure, and, with a brief but earnest prayer, I seized the pipe, and, taking my position on the couch, inhaled.
Together we stood gazing in silence out into the abyss over the small surface of the world that was visible to us, oppressed with a sense of awe as the sun dropped from sight, leaving us plunged in darkness.
Suddenly there appeared from out of the inky blackness of the heavens a huge crescent, stretching across the sky far above us. The sight of it fascinated us, and, as we stood lost in admiration at the majestic proportions of the beautiful arch of light, ever growing in width. I realized that we looked upon sights, and felt great forces never before bared to mortals
A tall, gaunt figure, swathed in black robes, Stood waiting some distance from me. I knew that it was Death, for under the hood I beheld the grinning skull with its sightless eye-holes, and I turned away in loathsome dread. But even as I did so, the bony arms were stretched out in welcome...
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they are the children of kane and kool herc, crack and aids. winners and losers; for though they are still here, the cost
was innocence. and though they are still here, many are not. and because they are still here, they will publish or perish, lest the others be forgotten. it was not all for nothing. they came, they saw, they looped, they sampled......more
we just trying to live, don't get upset. literally living the dream, won't wake up yet. i'm where anything can happen; guess what's up next? Crescent City Sunrise, uprise; yup step....
Track Name: Hard Times in the Big Easy
welcome to the crescent city
where women real pretty
food taste great
but the streets real shitty
legendary live music
bad public transportation
where they privatizing everything
from schools to sanitation….
Track Name: Franc Jeu
i'm just happy to make a day
tomorrow ain't promised
like them old folks say
its silly to count your chickens
before the hens lay
or put a lot of stock
in shit haters or friends say
its still Tuesdays and Thursdays
Mondays and Wednesdays
24/7 all day every day
all say every way
just to make their pay
and they figure who am i
to get in their way?
…its all fairplay
Track Name: elespee & prospek feat: street gumbo - Live from Planet X
pre determination begins the pattern then
baggin them as clothes start tattering
between my lips lay tools to build spaceships
shoot from the hip
boot to Saturn then
you’ll need to quit
my troop burn ladders then
still no need for passports
just good weed and calm thoughts
i’m in that tenth ward
soul hard as granite
where they only take for granted
where they only take whats handed
where they only reap whats planted
don’t sleep keep slanted
lids, did kids one handed
temporal flux fucks
anytime any place
quasar razors to the face
cant stitch the fabric of fate
rap photons and gamma rays
grammars pays where the hammer lays
the ridicule be the fuel
golden rule of thumb
holding tools on some
word to New Jerusalem
drumbeat my driver seat
straight out that third heard?
the red shift begins
when these rims hit the curb
do as thou wilt
so he kilt it
salt spilled it
nigga who could skin a jigga-boo
cracker too, slacker who
dare to step up to this temple too
hale bop shotgun
got one, drop some
cock one, rockem,
gather particles as apostles
greater than war forces
more choices more voices
fill inner space and outer
still inner space and outer
blurtin’ the uncertain
welcome to the constant state of flux
where you make quarters from nick and dimes
or you worth a million bucks
mind bend to transcend
cosmic odd shit
and god bits
behind the darkness of the eyes
lays a light to surprise
I aint leaving I’m going home
i’m in star mode
he broad daylight
master invisible forces of course its
the godsend wind
that blow slave ships off courses
rocky the annunaki
sly stone in a fly brougham
laser propelled steel shell
13 light years to the gallon
just a fly Isis medallion
Buddha and Osiris beside us
from the crescent city
got a message with me
fuck a dime
get it how you live
and wont stop till they come get me
cant be held down
just fell down
my chain is the missing link
cant take it with you
but if you think…
the only way you can be interrupted
is if the file corrupted
you cant impair what aint there
you cant mold what you cant hold
i’m thin air been there
bong hit spaceship
burn one behind the sun
on the dark side of the moon i dun cocooned
have to out reach the Mississippi to get me
delta deep space nine i exhale time
the temporal is only temporary
been to see infinity
the only matter is grey matter
no time but the present
not mine but a present
when the mother ship return
they’ll be other shit to burn…
other shit to learn…
adams to atoms weight your turn