Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

CROPS.

LLMs.

Zone of Habitation.

Liminal.

PUA.

FECOHP.

Tune-up.

So there’s about a week left in the Future Fire‘s Indiegogo campaign to raise funds for another ten years; go, look, pledge. —I mention this not only because it’s a great little ’zine, but also because they bought a story of mine: “The Tuner,” published some little time ago. —So there’s that.

“Jagged bits of plastic spattered to the floor. Again, and again, until it broke open in a spray of colored wires and thin green beaded cards.”
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Utena.

Zohran for New York.

Bear Gulch.

White apron.

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