Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Cæsar wept.

Tough Love at the Office.

Mr. Waturi’s lament (2014 remix):

I know they can do the job, but can they get the job?
I know they can get the job, but can they get paid for the job?
—I’m not arguing that with you, I’m not arguing that with you, I’m not arguing that with you, mic drop.

—Filed 4493 days ago to Squawkbox.

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Craft.

Sinners, and greatness.

New York City.

The Voynich Manuscript.

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