BEDLAM Submerged on our predatory planet in chemistries of here and now, love is too precious surviving awhile ever surrounded and menaced by savage fear and desire who run screaming and raging their dreams of brutal escape from insidious images of death that stir up the sexual impulse for prolific race and macho class in these appetite driven hordes who, all but a tragic few, break out raving and cheering their dramas of war and space.

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