Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

PALANTIR

Pynchon.

Parlor games.

Schema.

Grey Area.

Minneapolis.

—How the frat boys laughed! Almost every week they got to see something like that. It was a charmed life.

“We used to play a lot of chess together in Washington Square Park with all the homeless men. But then Yoko Ono got me into Go, a Japanese chess game that’s more sophisticated.” [via]

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Split keyboard.

Xochipilli.

Cyberpunk.

Goons.

Heated Rivalry.

Saving history.

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