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Life-sized vintage pirate ships are 3D printed on a supercomputer with a yearning towards nostalgic notions, roaming the ocean in gypsy formation, as barking salt-lick bastard scum summon the deepest sea-dark demons for fun to play tempest in a teapot, aimless games of angry backwater chess, or better yet battleship basically for a more accurate analogy… The year, however, remains unknown, time having been deemed superfluous- in fact most distracting- and thusly the custom of keeping it, so to speak, was finally relinquished, its memory erased, especially when rivaled up against the perpetually brilliant, eternally perfect present moment, the great now, ever pure and undeviating as always; the matter wrapped up simultaneously with the hammer slam of an officiating majority-rules old-school yaynay voting poll from an established motion of the high court council whose judge flaunted the same gaudy type of curly white wig they wore back in the days of early American renaissance… The captain relaxes in his cabin, spinning the dial on his wristwatch quizzically…

Omniscient wizards, whose very eyes indeed are the sparkling stars above we perceive as such (nary a courageous expedition stands to wit against standard issues of structured science, faking explanations to the phenomena we settle with in solacing our very own desperate derangement; so submissive, yes, this inherent lack of curiosity stumbling and stuttering to seek beyond our own self-inflicted collective limit, we stay sedated, crying apes in a cage, a petulant business, nor feeding our dreams the food that blooms in opening the portal of problems regarding our quivering electric minds entwined) winking as they peek into our galaxy, brood us puppets by means of oinking orbs fortune-telling sparks of whimsical dust vaporizing us… The stars are literally giant cyclopes eyes. The planets are their magic balls. We are their toys, their dolls, their little pet insect puppets. Think aliens to simplify. Or spirits in space even. Shit like demons from a different dimension.