Woven women. We are all woven through, and women more so. Women are all
one evil-nippled bitch-beast, woven through time and space and appearing
with a million different faces.

Woven through timenspace like sacrificial lambs wearing shimmering gold
lamé.

Gold lame disco ladies of the 70's. From space. The signals we send out
into space reach the barrier, pass through and become real. Immortal
sitcom stars in eternal youth are even now streaking back toward us in
Star Trek craft.

Revelations beyond the border of reverie.