Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

D'Angelo.

Movement.

Abyss.

Rose Quartz.

Exclaim!

Little things.

It’s not the sum total of what I’ve been up to, or where I’ve been, but I can’t stop listening to this ever since Joshin pointed it out. —I mean, I’ve also been writing, and I haven’t read a news feed in, what is it, three weeks? Four? Something’s happening, I’m just not sure what.

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Kaleb Horton.

Potawatomie Heaven.

Attention loom.

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