Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Agentic.

Volapuk.

Glitter.

’Zines!

Tarot.

Pepper spray.

You an’ me both, kid.

“As soon as he left, Velásquez spoke and said, ‘I have tried in vain to concentrate all my attention on the gypsy chief’s words but I am unable to discover any coherence whatsoever in them. I do not know who is speaking and who is listening. Sometimes the Marqués de Val Florida is telling the story of his life to his daughter, sometimes it is she who is relating it to the gypsy chief, who in turn is repeating it to us. It is a veritable labyrinth. I had always thought that novels and other works of that kind should be written in several columns like chronological tables.’” —Jan Potocki

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The Miccosukee Nation.

CROPS.

Bobbie McKee.

Vali Myers.

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