Eshkosesh

Ready for the cease and desist

Damn.

Very, very astute

Gorge

n. The feeling of remorse when awoken suddenly that you will never get to know the ending of your dream.

The way a bubble is full of air

Rumble and gasp Grind and twist My lines run through you deeply Canisters crammed with your sticky intelligence Vector through your tubes Profusely seeking your yolk Unaware that it dried up Long ago

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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking. I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying. I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over. By John Masefield

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