After considering the Dutch India Trading Company in the context of zombie pirates, I thought, who was the puppet master in that whole scenario. Maybe some forces unseen, plowing the field for a bounty of moments to come, that would change the very primeval material of life on earth as we know it. I am then made to re-ingest the wee bit of bile gurgling up from the belly of my own personal kraken, and fondle the bolas of vapor exasperated from ones heart in the moments suspended after the first time you make out with a friend. Oh jar of sand, where are you now.
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