Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Buhurt.

PUA.

CROPS.

SCP.

Charles W. Mills.

PIS.

Since I seem to be in a short and pithy mood.

I bagged this from last week’s New Yorker, which I’m just now getting around to reading, but which they already seem to have taken off-line or something. Omar al-Issawi, the “smoldering Lebanese” hotshot correspondent at Al Jazeera, was told by a fellow CENTCOM journalist: “You’ve risen to star status.”

“Let’s hope not,” is what al-Issawi says in response. “They say the light from a star reaches us long after it has depleted its resources.”

—Filed 8195 days ago to Poprocks.

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Highsmith.

The golden pager.

Prison Money Diaries.

The 11th.

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