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Fuck The USD. Performative Reality Is The (Political) Currency.

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Saturday Mornings Are When Ideas Breathe.

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Never Let Function Override Fabulousness. And Nobody Invited Vegetables.

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Mild Dissociation.

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A Sacred Container For Thinking.

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The Frequency Of Summer: Shifting From Aperol To Absence.

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Deeply Unimpressed, In Very Good Lighting: A Manifesto.

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Little Altars Of Joy.

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Dream: A Closet Big Enough For A Couch Isn't Enough, I Guess.

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I Turn Off The Lights So You Can Feel Your Ass. And Spine.

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Micro-Rebellions... Against My Own Systems.

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