Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

The Edge.

Racist D&D.

The last herd.

’Zines!

The Rosy Cross.

Haunting.

Even the bull puts in some effort.

This piece—pleasant, but slight, ending just as it feels like it’s run through the pre-flight check for a much longer trip—does, at least (as it two-steps from of all things Paper Moon to the 48 Laws of Power), manage to articulate an essential, implacable truth of the Age in Which We’ve Found Ourselves Deposited: how on earth is it possible to speak as we so often do of Donald J. Trump as a grifter, when he can’t even be bothered to begin to pretend to try?

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Tarot.

X-Wing,

Disco Elysium.

Russell and Mosley.

Against AI.

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