Long Story; Short Pier.

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PUA.

Hermeto Pascoal.

JR.

Writering.

DOGE.

Xipe Totec.

I know you are but what am I.

As you know, Bob, they only accuse us of that which they themselves are doing, or mightily wish they could do—so maybe we might want to get a tad more concerned than usual with recent trends in rhetoric from the dextral reaches of the Islets of Bloggerhans.

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AI.

The Look of the Year.

The Politics of Forgetting.

Viriconium.

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