Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Plaid Pantry.

Split keyboard.

Sinners, and greatness.

ICE & VENDING

Traitors.

Kicking robots.

Folie à hirsute.

You have more likely than not seen this—

CDC beards.

—which some have likened to this—

The Barber Hairstyle Guide.

—or maybe you’re thinking of this—

The Man Who Wasn’t There.

—but me, I was suddenly, implacably flung back to this—

Sub-Genera.

—so. Anyway. —I’m not sure where I fall on the charts—Fantasy Garibaldi, I suppose, but more effusive; anyway. I’m not choosing to think about what I’d have to do to properly fit a respirator. Yet.

Myself.

—Filed 2189 days ago to Poprocks.

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LLMs.

Karl Marx Hof.

Sappho-an.

Herxheim.

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