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The Thinning

04/28/2026 14:58h
1 These guys try to make us match moods to products the way once, under love’s spell, we attached meaning to sound, attached sounds to objects. The old magic won’t work now, but it’s nice to be reminded of it. 2 She’s a tease, tears her skirts off one by one. Really? Drops her petals as if she could always make more. It’s tiresome. We know what she looks like naked. On a cold night, we can see forever.