Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Plaid Pantry.

Imperial appetites.

PALANTIR

Media barons.

Minneapolis.

Muslimgauze.

No cape!

There are pictures of the new Batman suit, and all I can think of is how every new pickup truck has to look more like an Imperial Death Tank than the last. —Muscular Christianity may well have been just as queasily fascist as kit-bashed paramilitary operator, you get right down to it, but still: I prefer me some old-timey circus acrobats.

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Tarot.

Seance.

Disco Elysium.

Memory of winter.

Gravity.

Trump's data.

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