The Nacreous Oughts

19 August 2005

   The Depends of the Ocean

I for one will welcome our new squidly overlords.

My Phillippics snarl in the air, blacken;
day succeeds day, only the body count alters.
Bodies weaken and resolve falters.

Sing your camel to bed.

K. S.

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