Outer Space Expressionism by Designgraphik There were trees, flowers, blue skies, shouting children on swings and slides. Strings of true and false, but these things are still in you. As is the day you heard the strange poem while listening to records in your room: "And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes; Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers; Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue..." You thought it was just a rock and roll song, a cultural throwaway, as did your flesh and blood