Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Ink in the stomach.

Fulfillment.

Underpass.

Three guineas.

Little things.

It’s not the sum total of what I’ve been up to, or where I’ve been, but I can’t stop listening to this ever since Joshin pointed it out. —I mean, I’ve also been writing, and I haven’t read a news feed in, what is it, three weeks? Four? Something’s happening, I’m just not sure what.

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Seance.

Tarot.

Jayce's Fighting Ships of Wolf 359.

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