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Beings of Azza-Jono #1
“When the earth came up around me, I felt the soul of my father again, not once like before but twice. It’s weird being half islander because I’m such an Azzy, but it’s nice, too. Ladies like it.”
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“When the earth came up around me, I felt the soul of my father again, not once like before but twice. It’s weird being half islander because I’m such an Azzy, but it’s nice, too. Ladies like it.”
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File under: a reflective plea
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Here is an overview of the history of capitalism. Here is another. And one more for good measure. Take a look at the lovely and magnificent Natalie Wynn’s talk about voting, which includes an accurate detail as to the problem of ‘ending capitalism.’ So what’s a bee to
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File under: conversational debridement
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Imma be out of the office for the next week or so. Please don’t let that stop you from commenting or talking amongst yourselves. In the meantime, here is an oldie from the Secretsverse. For the three of you who know what that means, this takes place on the
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Julia walked down the road, lit by twilight. The city wasn’t far, and she could see three figures emerging from its glow. The late summer air held her in its moisture, her skin feeling balmy and warm but not hot. Leaves, though still green, fell from the trees and
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[Chapters 1-5] [Chapters 6-9] [Chapters 10-13] 14 The house looks like the one I was last born in, not the one I grew up, or any after to ever after. It’s small. My way through is breezy and the drafts have not gotten better. The tree looks familiar, all
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File under: Navel-gazing 'advice'
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The Band of Brutal Beneficence in … Encounter: The Blank Space “Is there really no way out?” Emmaxuelle asked. Because if there were a way, they sure couldn’t find it. “Stand back, you knaves,” Royerton said. “It requires a keen and knightly eye to find such a fine mechanism.” Bronson
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Which way does current flow? From positive to negative. So you see, too, when one looks down on others, this: shit flows downhill. If I’m somebody, this means you’re nobody. You’re an observer, a purchaser, a receptacle for my shit. You don’t count, but you are
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Subscribe three Out on the range, buffalo roamed. Deer and antelope played. No one spoke a discouraging word under the clear, blue skies, luminous clouds giving magnificent lighting and contrast but not overshadowing the township of Monaca. The air there was pure. Zephyrs rushed freely, breezes light and balmy, around