The Particular Grief Of Losing A Piece Of Graffiti That Was Part Of Your Everyday Routes Through The

drunk and in love and full of food i think only the torturer eel could harm me

thank you for winning my gold stake plasma deck

TWENTY OVER LIMIT, 2023, handwoven by Alexandra Jean Auger

24″ x 19.5″ acrylic and wool yarns on cotton warp 

hey so i went to Cares About You So So Much Island and built a little house and lived there forever and ever until all the stars burned out and the universe went dark (and still i remained)

One of the most compelling things about detective fiction is how it forces the author to grapple with their conception of justice. The detective may be better than the cops, but they are still turning over the murderer to the same system. A detective might exhalt justice that transcends the system they participate in, but this gives them a role akin to judge, jury, and executioner. More fantastical depictions see the detective as literal ubermensch. It's all so narratively fecund.

cat summer begins the literal millisecond they see one (1) spot of sun

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