Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Whitby.

Ostranenie.

PALANTIR

Media barons.

Meta.

Cæsar wept.

Somnolescence.

Oh, hey, how’s it going. I should maybe come to accept the fact that lately (the last couple of years) (whole geological epochs in internet time) this joint seems to get terribly sleepy in the summertime? So. —How you been? You still livin’ out by the airport?

Anyway, if you haven’t already seen it linked somewhere else, there’s an interview with me over at Cheap Ass Fiction (mostly about this) (No. 15 of which launches tomorrow) (oh, and I should probably mention the book? There’s a book). —And I was going somewhere with the whole urban fantasy thing, wasn’t I? Hmm. Hmm.

—Filed 5321 days ago to Indulgences.

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Tarot.

Split keyboard.

Close reading.

Tokyo Godfathers.

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