Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Memory of winter.

Sinners, and greatness.

Pepper spray.

ICE & VENDING

’Zines!

Split keyboard.

How it’s going.

I’m trying not to borrow grief from the future, as the saying advises, but the terms are so damn attractive.

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Cooling.

CROPS.

Post-fascism.

Mombasa.

Kat Sedia.

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