put in his charge, she thought she had no choice. she was kissin' the movie, seeing the screen from angles unkown. letting herself flow beyond the waves as the sea breeze blew, a beach boy muscat soda, a green breezy sound sofa. could she have known? could he?   psionic co-prosperity sphere
#8 april FREE
plugged so much, why am i not famous?
Nostromo Port Authority Monthly News Journal and Homeopape.
Port of Entry: D-Town, Ohayo

And lo, the sky did open up, and with a great loudness upon us it did shower with rain and song... music from the heavens -or- 'Ragna-ROCK' as it was known in a far distant place and time...

Witness now, you faithful, ever-waiting, candied pursuants, watch as the last seal is broken, wait patiently while your visa is approved: Nostromo - Port of Entry is upon you at last! No longer will you stumble bligh-like through the southern seas, missing the isle that bears the fruits of song and politically correct sexual companionship, no more will you stare skyward - tangled - yearning for milky vacuum and screaming:

"I HAVE A PLACE, THERE, SOMEWHERE!"

Your passport is stamped, friend, your journey just b'gun...

From the chugging redeeming strings of Lightspeed Copulation, to the

  

castaway love-dirge of Space Opera Love Apocalypse you are thrown into a place where love is sometimes found, but more frequently lost. A quest for perfection often turns to mutiny, and, yea, asphyxiation. Are you sure you took the correct flight? Can a moment ever be correct? A lifetime? What can happen to a person with Pericardial Friction Rubs?

Listen as the tale unfolds... the story of a traveller, weary from his long journey, eager to find refuge in whatever port be available. Hark! The wind doth blow and the rain doth fall!

The Inn of the Waning Scorpion describes one such place, a haven, a home of warped sorts. Here the vague strains of something like Constellation Prize might be heard, timidly, perhaps beyond earshot... and what of Chaumurky? Could such a thing happen here? Is not anyone safe? What meaning? What hope? What faith? Think now. Think hard. Look for this recording, else you be cast among the jetsam and the jet-set, the flotsam and the flotilla of lost lovers, floating, aching, unknowing... 10 songs, low recording quality, typical. Tape only. $5. It might keep you on the path to travel-salvation...
Sales low for Tastycakes.

Oh, paltry lamb of spring, herring-like wisher for well-water, t'would appear the advent of the Russian bootleggers at CCCPsionik have dealt a worse blow to the sky-tangled Nostromo than previously thought. Tastycakes and Conrad, a recording of questionable quality has faltered hard in sales. We can only blame ourselves. There was no sticker. There was only black and white artwork. We are shamed. We are shamed. While the bootleggers may have topped us this time, we can assure that your copy of Port of Entry is nothing but the highest quality, with the snazziest cover, the most extensive liner notes, and top notch recording regardless of what anyone states. Forget Tastycakes... it was a throwaway. Even the band admits that now. It was a half-hearted attempt to head off the Russians in the name of capitalism. We urge you now to look to the new recording instead. The Russians have nothing on us now...

 
any port in a storm, my friend
Yes yes yes friends, after bragging about being on schedule with the transmissions we have fallen miserably behind again. The time and efforts of recording have wasted us away and we fear the time to write and eat. We fear the time we may have for it must be used elsewhere. Of what the future currently holds it is hard to say... i fear to speak of split-singles and split-hairs, split-atoms and split-infinities because they may never be. Impossible to say at this point. There is a horizon, friend, i can tell you that... but what lies beyond, only you can surmise.

Revolution? Heh. We speak not of revolution.

Wandering mavens needing salvation or truth or love. We are the airborne irritants who seek a soft and mucous-y membrane in which to plant our stalks. So what do we speak of? You, too, can find out by sending for the lyric sheets which decrypt the mysterious messages lurking within our hymns and sagas. We will also send you the most recent copy of "Anomalous Emissions", updating you on the strength of our non-violent non-movement. Contact us - and we will grind the wheat of wisdom into a flour of truth for your consumption. We can offer little more than this to you...unless you count our growing line of fine products.

Contact: Nostromo/Psionic Co-Prosperity Sphere
Mostly Copyright 1999 - Barelyripe Industries
April 20 - Spring-fest thing somewhere in Oxford w/O-matic, others
May ? - Nostromo Port of Entry release party with Love Lies Bleeding and Key Note Speaker
Don't touch cookies until midnite imposition of night club.