As we tumble through space in Her Royal Majesty's SkyShip Publishicanus that center
of gravity keeps leaping from bulkhead to bulkhead tossing us about like a bunch
of Mexican Jumping
Beans on a July Guadalajara sidewalk, trying to figure out which
side to be standing on when the ship finally slams into terra firma and hoping that we'll be landing feet first on the part that becomes the bottom instead
of learning too late we're standing on the
wrong surface and finding ourselves proiecisset faciem primus into the newly declared ground floor.