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oh build your ship of death

Note to Self

There is absolutely no point in checking your RSS feed-reader for new posts by k-punk and infinite thought five minutes after bidding the pair of them goodbye at exit 5 of Old Street Tube.

(The force of habit which led me to do so is perhaps related to that superstitious fantasy in which blog posts are imagined to generate themselves autonomically, according to an enigmatic schedule, as if written and published by an erratic - and frequently irascible - AI)