Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Kayaks on the Klamath.

Sesame Street.

AI.

La même chose.

“Portland is a place where rich ones run away to settle down and grow flowers and shrubbery to hide them from the massacres they’ve caused. Portland is the rose garden town where the red, brown, blackshirt cops ride up and down to show you their finest horses and saddles and gunmetal.” —Woody Guthrie

This machine.
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William T. Vollmann.

Butthole.

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