Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Tron.

Walter Rodney.

The fingers in your glove.

Yeah, I know, but I’ve been busy over yonder, epic-wise. Look! New chapbook day! Again!

No. 36: so powerfully strong
  Textile help

Viriconium.

Sun Wukong.

Name-plates.

Necropolitics.

White apron.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: “Mass”

City of Roses

the Necronomicon

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  • In which, knowing nothing of necromancy
  • A prose narrative of some length that has something wrong with it
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