Friday, November 28, 2025

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Crying like a fire in the sun.

"TV show cookie tie-in"

turdictionary readout
reapply duduk-dark tidings
vibecession vaxx curbside
vor cellophane loafers,
lumpy mustard deerstalker

stamp each verbal cupcake

"The role-playing game is to our century what the novel was to the eighteenth: the social art form epitomizing and evangelizing a new mode of self-creation"

“Let me chop apart
With my bare hands
This blurred forest.”

—Spicer

Stramonium thyglocalate.

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