Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

The Voynich Manuscript.

X-Wing,

Knot.

Smitten Kitten.

Plaid Pantry.

Avatar: Fire & Ash.

In much the same way bricks don't.

Let Charles Mudede walk you through a Reddit post about the shuttering of a cinephile palace and how it’s just like what happened at Boeing, and it’s a cliché, I know, to say we don’t make stuff anymore, just money, but nowadays we don’t even do that; we can’t even be bothered to make up the numbers that make the right-colored bar climb in the right direction on a PowerPoint slide. We just make the money stand still in a pool somewhere long enough for a grifter to nip in and slip off with it, and what do you call your act? —The Capitalists!

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Metaphor.

Nestflix.

Tokyo Godfathers.

Bobbie McKee.

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