Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Parlor games.

Cæsar wept.

#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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Craft.

Narrative String Theory.

Media barons.

Timbuktu.

Pepper spray.

Enterprise.

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