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In Elephant's Time

“So, the city: is it ours?”

Two Thumbs Off: Free At Last

No longer hostage to the vestigial ballast of our former master, we were free to chase whatever fancied our opposable whims.

Mar 14, 2017
Reenie & The Angel Boy

"The skeleton branches on the trees above us, like the scene was playing on a television and someone was fucking with the tint, the wind blowing shapes around, moving curvy limbs, branches, sticks."

Feb 22, 2017