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oh build your ship of death

Half Cocks: Of Stupidity and Contagion

HERE WE ARE NOW, although interspersed

with bursts of static, pokes with a sharp stick

by way of greetings. Gnomic

becomes vatic in an eyeblink, grit

dislodged through panicked excitation

of the veils. That’s taking

a sledgehammer to a walnut - vide

the prolongued then abrupt

premeditated violence of his end.