Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Viriconium.

Bad shape.

Rome.

Hooters.

Parisian chairs.

My mind is aglow with whirling transient nodes of thought, careening through a cosmic vapor of invention.

This + this = this. (Thanks, Julia!)

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