The Art of Malaka Malaka (Rise Above 'Em) [Verse 1] Jealous cowards try to control! Mean-spirited cloth – cut from the same! Old comments rotting – fourteen years old! Doubling down – you got no shame! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Special Greek word – for scum like you! Malaka! Malaka! Rise above! We're gonna rise above! Vile views – spreading hate and fear! Malaka! Malaka! We ain't taking it – no more! [Verse 2] Who’s next on the list? Indians? Greeks? Vietnamese? Women? Whose next to be cut? Major parties silent – lips sealed tight! Cowards in suits – hiding from the fight! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Pauline and Cory – same rotten core! Malaka! Malaka! Ashamed? You should be ashamed! Hate, division, fear in the air! Malaka! Malaka! We’re calling it out – everywhere! [Bridge] Minorities marginalized – feeling the pain! Unheard, unrepresented – driven insane! This ain’t left or right – it’s decency! Common fucking decency! I’m angry – really bloody angry! How do you get away w...
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The Cosmos Room
The Space Tourist Chronicles: Station One narrative
The Space Tourist Chronicles Station One narrative details specific locations and the challenges inherent in traversing the cosmos.
Rumour Mill Stopover Station
Function: Billed as a "stop and revive" sanctuary, offering "respite and rejuvenation during cosmic journeys." It serves as a hub for "caffeine and herbal revitalizers" and ship services.
Aesthetic and Experience: It's a "dreamlike haven" with "soft, ethereal light" and "intricately detailed and ornate walls," blending "retro-futuristic aesthetics with organic, flowing lines." It offers "personalised environments" including "Dreamscape Suites" and "zero-gravity meditation gardens."
Reality Perception: The station challenges perception, with mirrors acting as "shimmering gateways" to memories or visions, where "the tangible and imagined boundaries dissolve completely." Herbal revitalisers and AI-tuned ambience contribute to a "liquid quality" of reality.
Economy: Transactions are cashless, using "cycles crypto," and services are costly.
Outpost Aurum (The Behemoth Asteroid)
Description: A "dusty outpost" and "rumoured oasis of functional grav plating," it's "a large-scale mining and processing facility built directly into the asteroid's crust," anchored to "The Behemoth" – "the largest confirmed solitary rock body in the known Milky Way galaxy."
Significance: It's a "waypoint on the long haul to Oceanus Station," a planet "known for vast oceans."
Notable Feature: The "Sunrise Tree," a "solitary tree" with "radiant shades of gold," described as a spiritual guide that helps "weary" travellers find their "right path beyond the physical world."
Safety Considerations: The area can be lawless, as evidenced by the pirate gang taking a shuttle for a "joy ride," highlighting the dangers of the "Outer Reaches."
The Necropolis Corridor
Danger Zone: An "Uncharted Space" and "extreme navigational hazards" characterised by "dense fields of derelict ship hulls, rogue asteroids, pockets of temporal distortion, and severe energy fluctuations." It requires "extreme caution" and "careful, manual course adjustments."
"Where All Machines Must Die"
Description: A "vast, gravitationally stable pocket containing countless technological remnants" deep within the Necropolis Corridor. It exhibits "unique phenomena that degrade or disable complex machinery over prolonged exposure," thus requiring "Shield modulation" and limited system exposure. Direct landing or personnel deployment is strictly forbidden.
Travel Dynamics:
Pre-Collapse Jump Engineering: The "Subi Compact 2-seater" is a "pre-Collapse Jump relic," suggesting that interstellar travel involves 'jumps' (perhaps FTL travel) that existed before a significant societal event.
Navigational Challenges: Journeys involve navigating "Primary Trade Lanes" as well as taking "Restricted Detours" through hazardous regions like the Necropolis Corridor.
Traffic and Etiquette: Even in space, "celestial traffic jams" occur, with strict rules enforced, as demonstrated by the warning: "Subi Compact 2-seater, you are obstructing a Class-A recreational vessel. Initiate immediate reverse thrust or face punitive fines and a mandatory re-education course on galactic traffic etiquette."
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The Internal Singularity The silver nanoweave holds me tight... shimmering like a second skin. But the crushing weight isn't coming from the machine. It’s inside. I look down at my chest... and there is no flesh left. No ribs. No heartbeat. Only a collapse. A dark... swirling... singularity. The air in the pod bends around me. The light itself is warping... pulled uncontrollably into the hollow where my soul used to be. I see my fear—those thin, fractured arcs of violet lightning—trying to break free. But they don't flare out. They are dragged back in. Violently sucked into the crushing gravity of this... bottomless despair. Nothing escapes. Not the light. Not the scream. Not me. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art . Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub: https://www.facebook...
The Ayes Have It (But She Don't) Everybody knows the bill is dead Everybody knows the Senate’s red Everybody knows the deal is done The major parties had their fun The crossbench bargains were all just show The whips have cracked, the whistle’s blowed That’s how it goes And Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the bells are ringing Everybody knows the mud they’re slinging Everybody knows the clerk can’t count With all the grievances they mount Everybody knows that the motion’s lost Everybody knows what the lobby cost The Ayes go high, the chamber’s low And Hanson always votes no. And everybody knows that it’s now or never Everybody knows that it’s gonna take forever Everybody knows that the act is rotten Old amendments best forgotten Everybody knows the tellers move With nothing left for them to prove The red room puts on quite a show But Hanson always votes no. Everybody knows the maiden speech The lessons that she tried to teach About the fish and about the chips And the tig...
The Event Horizon of Regret This is no star map; this is the geography of my own collapse. I am on my knees, the obsidian floor splintering under the weight of what hovers above me. It is a sphere of pure, swirling silence—the Black Hole Mind. It breathes gravity, pulling at the seams of my flight suit, demanding I fold. I try to summon the old fire, to spark some resistance, but my anger manifests only as thin, fractured volleys of violet lightning. They strike the darkness and are instantly swallowed. I am tiny. I am insignificant. And I am being crushed by the density of everything I cannot escape. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art . Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub: https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via YouTube Music , Spotif...
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