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. . . Signs that it's too early in the morning:

When you misread this link as "The once and future republic of Voldemort" not once, not twice, but three or four times.

I think that would've been a more interesting article.

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Man, as soon as I can find the number for voice posts (conveniently free
now, as I recall?) I'm making a poetry post.

pity this busy monster, manunkind,

not. Progress is a comfortable disease:
your victim (death and life safely beyond)

plays with the bigness of his littleness
--- electrons deify one razorblade
into a mountainrange; lenses extend
unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish
returns on its unself.
--------------------------A world of made
is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh

and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this
fine specimen of hypermagical

ultraomnipotence. We doctors know

a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell
of a good universe next door; let's go