Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Lapel.

FECOHP.

CROPS.

Kai Ashante Wilson.

Pygmalion.

Christopher Pelkey.

Cordwainer Bush.

Look on his works, ye mighty, and despair—

That colossal wreck.

                                   Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

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  Textile help

Fridays.

Helen O'Loy.

Leatherface.

Parisian chairs.

LAION-5B.

William T. Vollmann.

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