through November 4th 2012
Under melting caps, the surface grew sodden and cracked, corduroy suffering, rising damp,and leaks blasting up from Leviathan’s blow-hole, soaking all through to the skin, at least, up to the neck. An incessant drip dripping from overflowing hemispheres, and kitchen sink dramas. So send out shoals of seapunks, roaming from pirate coast to pirate coast,desperately seeking the little Dutch boyto put his finger in the dyke.
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