Hammer Time?

And time so much time, and yet events can tear it all apart, ripping glass cathedrals make a mess, shed some clothing, a wedding dress, unravel a curtain, so violence makes fools run, and who needs the better gun? The ambition is for the artist to paint a portrait, for flowers that droop in spring contradict expectation.

Are you a teck flea?

Asserting power yet again!

If it was not in Gaza you should have the same response.

I was right again, but I am not in love with being right, I want to swim in only your opinions. Sew me into the fabric, and turn me into a wheel, then spin me and turn me, till the moon is my mistress.

They are actually dead and not working for you even in spirit form.