Long Story; Short Pier.

God, hes left as on aur oun.

Zohran for New York.

Perfume garden.

White apron.

Butthole.

Mononoke Hime.

Helen O'Loy.

Encliticore.

I can’t remember precisely what Greer Gilman called it, I mean, the “unfortunate enclitic” kinda undersells it, and the “terrible enclitic” is a bit too dignified, but the basic word itself, enclitic, I mean, damn, that’s perfect for all those goddamn -punks: steampunk, mythpunk, mannerpunk, splatterpunk, spicepunk, fuckpunk. —But. I think, for once, the enclitic has been earned.

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