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| A lobster on a ping pong bat is kind of curved and kind of flat: the pimples do not cause it pain, the concept does not cross its brain that someone may pick up that bat and try to beat the lobster flat. A lobster on a ping pong bat may click its claws at passing cats; its carapace is scuttle black, it does not fear a chance attack: that someone deft with a ping pong bat may flick it in a boiling vat. The ping pong bat is blazing red, the lobster hangs its soggy head: to it a needle's not the sword which, plunged into its spinal cord, expels that soul, however small, which parts it from the ping pong ball. |
There. I said I'd never centre-margin anything, and now I have. The sense of liberation is like trepanning. The best places to start with this website are really the Biographemera or the SONAQs, and if you're unsure what a SONAQ is, then start there.If you want to go back to the boiling hot surface, click here. Why not explore the workings of a boy named T'zu? For further lobster-related japes click here. |
