Somewhere, off the coast of South Africa...
"The best Technician in or out of Hell, and he wants
me to make air guns or brass knucks and blackjacks
— music-box pistols that tinkle out the Danse
Macabre — maybe we should open a fucking novelty
store with itching powder and plaster turds. Is this what
I was brought back for?"
- William S. Burroughs,
The Western Lands
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