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Fuck, I can’t stand when I
slice a grapefruit to an uneven
split. For this small fault, I’m cursing
myself even while I. . .
We found her in Socorro etched
on a tombstone in a cemetery that’s changed
public and private hands, though it’s. . .
In the polaroid in a drawer of the housethe other relatives picked over, I’m the blur in the background,
mop of silvery. . .
Why the movie "Clerks" still has its shelf life.
What would it look like for Silicon Valley’s elite to find its soul?
Transit workers are ideally positioned to push down on the levers of power