the new times for lost souls see a sinking ship. deck hands are lying about where the treasure is. Even the navigator drinks all day. no one is making ready for shore leave, this ship is sinking. the republicans are ready to kill each other, even faster than they were to kill us all. their flesh, freshly tattooed, stretched across wall street’s belly. tattooed proclamations:

Only the selfish survive

stand at the ready. stand up with arms, now is the time of McCain’s Mutiny. the fox paces, ready to punish any survivors. be careful gentile ladies.

What’s in it for you, Sarah, won’t get you ashore no more

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