Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Grey Area.

Whitby.

Glitter.

Imperial appetites.

Haunting.

Pynchon.

There once was a sleigh from Nantucket.

A cautionary graphic: here’s what it looks like when a tossed-off link from the Mighty Casio tsunamis through a sleepier backwater of the Islets of Bloggerhans in the late PM of a slow-news Friday:

A graph.

—Filed 8029 days ago to Indulgences.

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Modernist Fantasy.

Blob.

CROPS.

Exclaim!

Noland Oswald Dennis.

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