Leviathon lives

ambrose, or is it Am Prose?

I’m not sure I can bring myself to thank you for responding to the question. Answer was creative though.

no thanks necessary.

It was a pleasure to rub wax

on the ding of the fabric of misunderstanding

and start yet another fire of confusion

in the minds of the I Know Ship

formulators annd thumb rulers.

I love the thoought of a rat nose

and a wing

sticking up through the sand of

the desolation wrought by the habor builders

…ambrose…

herman mellville eat your heart out.