Here in the helium days. Helium days and opium nights on planet
Dirigible. Arab towers, a sickle moon, a wide bay, and blister-bright
stars in the west. Sickle-shaped ships against the seafaring moon,
heading out on squid & shrimp voyages.

Droids keep the desert tribes at bay beyond the city gates at night
— this is the finest repose in the galazy. Girls by the hundreds, each
more beautiful than the last. Haunting melodies from the veiled blonde
with the kohl eyes. Complex & sweet songs and multifoliate images of
beauty, among the smoke veils and tapestries of the Old Quarter.

 

This is Tangiers-Gamma. Out.