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Artwork: Abstractions
They beam things into your head.
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Journal: Softly Open Our Mouths in the Cold
The skylords have decided not to drop any snow this year, but to come right down and gently lay a sheet of ice across the ground. The fog just kind of rolled in and splayed out over the earth until it hardened and stuck there. Lazy and uninspired.
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Journal: The New Girl and Her Guitar
I asked if I could post these videos of her singing, and she very adamantly said no. However, if I cut just before the vocals begin, I think I might get away with it. Wish me luck.
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Journal: She Opened up Her Hair With Her Hands
From my perspective, getting drunk and falling into a forest where I’d heard a girl would be makes a whole lot of sense. There is really no reason I wouldn’t do that. But if I was to try and set that stage a thousand times over, I would be a little surprised if a girl showed up once.
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Journal: Oh, Hello
The introduction of a new character—Emese—who (spoilers) I end up spending the rest of my life with, probably.
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Journal: Date Review
Dating a writer is a terrible idea, mostly because writers fucking write about everything.
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Journal: Window Shopping
In which our hero looks at a pretty girl.
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Journal: Paul is Dead—A Bacon of Hope
Did you know that Paul Quarrington died of lung cancer a few years ago? Of course you didn’t, because you have no fucking idea who Paul Quarrington was. But even if you did know who Paul Quarrington was you certainly wouldn’t have known that he died of lung cancer a few years ago, because if…
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Artwork: More Girl Shapes
Who doesn’t like a good girl? Well, not a good girl.
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Journal: On Apartment Hunting
I am basically too tall to live anywhere.