I have noted, in the recent past, the untoward tendency nay propensity for the more anthropodean post-lysergence of certain of your freak-yodeling contributors to become not so much a stylistic quirk but a variegated spasmosis nugget of attitudinal peristalsis. This can be a good thing in my personal opinion, your periodical being consistently notable for its sub-anglican usage of the non-categorical verb imperative, viz: r. Meltzer's post-18th century sense of epidemiological consonance in a partially empathetic epididymis-wielding show of "force," thus making your magazine a troilistic crucible of submediterranean cerebrality (of a certain prismatic variety).*
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* I know, it's been said before...