Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Urantia.

Modernist Fantasy.

Clankers.

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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Telegraph Ave.

Lapel.

Perfume garden.

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