Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Mission control.

Hans Rickheit.

Ross Island.

Bringing it on.

This made me weepy. (But in a good way.)

This, though? This made me cheer.

(While I’m at it, Barry makes a good point about post-noting the fourteenth amendment.)

Send flowers. (Did you know you could send flowers? I’m getting weepy again.)

update— More cheering!

—Filed 8145 days ago to Poprocks.

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The Voynich Manuscript.

Puppet.

Aya Sinclair.

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