Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

D'Angelo.

Tron.

Exclaim!

Rose Quartz.

Walter Rodney.

Su Shi and Foyin.

Bug inkling.

“Holla at ya boy!” he joyfully cries, decked out Boogaloo-style, Big Luau Aloha shirt under a tactical vest, over a Big Igloo T-shirt, summoning his posse to defend a statue of Cristoffa Corombo and thus by extension the entirety of the unquestionably superior culture of Western White Straight Masculinely Muscular Judeo-Christian Enlightenment from uncultured antifa soy hordes, and I swear to God it’s the unthinking cognitive dissonance that’ll do me in in the end—

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LAION-5B.

The Look of the Year.

Pygmalion.

AI.

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