Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Memory of winter.

’Zines!

PALANTIR

Plaid Pantry.

Tarot.

Imperial appetites.

Now all he needs is a posse.

Alasdair Gray has a blog.

  Textile help

D'Angelo.

Horses.

Clankers.

Kaleb Horton.

Close reading.

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Chapter Twenty-Nine: “Mass”

the Koan

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  • Say: Who hath forbidden the beautiful (gifts) of God, which He hath produced for His servants, and the things, clean and pure, (which He hath provided) for sustenance?
  • And, being troubled with a raging tooth, I could not sleep
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