Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Memory of winter.

Tarot.

Kicking robots.

Cyberpunk.

Traitors.

Mombasa.

A mere electric animal, and me earning all that I’ve worked my way up to through the years.

Tom Scocca’s downright poetical on why it is Harrison Ford’s perfect in that Disney confection.

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Post-fascism.

Homeless.

Craft.

Gravity.

Always Coming Home.

Heated Rivalry.

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