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cold and fuzzy final in wrong
indigo brouhaha
along slag glory
black mandolin for snow occult
building ischial anagrams


I'm calling it magic, in my fantasy. It's a way of describing a world situation where unbelievable, jaw-dropping bad things happen, and nobody bats an eye, and people (except for what's known as the lunatic fringe) just carry on as normal. In another generation, it was called fascism.


This Island 3arth.


"If an artist wished to justify himself as a specialist, he could not do better than to base his claim on the social undesirability of everybody being an artist." --Wyndham L*wis