Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

One Battle After Another.

Exclaim!

Metaphor.

Atlas.

Mr. Dr. Du Bois:

Craft.

#HarshWritingAdvice.

I need you to understand when they tell you “The stakes aren’t high enough,” they don’t mean: make the stakes higher. Sweep it all up. Go big or go home. They mean, “Make me give a fuck already about what the hell’s already at stake.”

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Liminal.

Highsmith.

LAION-5B.

Walking dog.

Drexciya.

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