Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Chef Alexa Numkena-Anderson.

The last herd.

Muslimgauze.

New York City.

Glitter.

Ethics.

You’ve been to a marvelous party—

I must say the fun was intense;
You all had to do
What the people you knew
Would be doing a hundred years hence.
You talked about growing old gracef’ly
And Elsie, who’s seventy-four,
Said a) it’s a question of being sincere
And b) if you’re supple you’ve nothing to fear,
Then she swung upside down from a chandelier—
And you couldn’t have liked it more!

With humble apologies to Noël Coward, by way of Neil Hannon. Now go, let Patrick Farley tell you more about what went on—

It was in the fresh air
And we went as we were
And we stayed as we were
Which was Hell.
I’ve been to a marvelous party…

—Filed 8023 days ago to Indulgences.

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Pastoral.

Kicking robots.

Library.

Mombasa.

Xochipilli.

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