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oh build your ship of death

After Slumber Xvi

OUR RIOT, for once; although that may depend
on whose you mean, a riot of one’s own
being the latest simulacrum - the multi-
player massive out for antic lulz.
(Check usage with anon. informant; queries
outstanding on rahtid, Abaddon. Feds
is U. S., surely?). Mimesis abounds
like baseball caps or God-talk, un-Promethean
wildfire through hermetic messaging -
burn after reading, and/or disseminate
at your own risk. Risk also of becoming
strange even to yourself, unknown before
the magistrates, plaything of many tongues
reduced to monolingual stammering.