Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Imaro.

Amor Fati.

Lovers.

Dark Horse.

Why, yes. It is brand new. How nice you noticed.

Some random entries below, typed up more to play with style and form than anything else, but hey, they’re still, y’know, cool. I supoose. Still working out the kinks. Archives? Um. I’ll stick ’em somewhere, when I figure it out. Did I mention I can’t code for shit and I’m doing this all by hand? Well. With Dreamweaver, and Dean Allen’s invaluable Apple Scripts. But otherwise: hand-made. Whee.

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Wu xia.

Apple AI.

Anthropic language.

Union forever.

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