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April 2016

Cultural Archaeology 4-5-16
Perpetual Smug 5-12-16

March 2016

The Secret Architectures of Spiders 3-1-16
Typhoid Magpie 3-6-16

December 2015

Measure of Triscuits and Waffles 12-2-15
Constellations of Desire 12-8-15
Springtime Honey 12-11-15
Fist-Fighting Shatner on the Acropolis 12-16-15
At the Edge of the Continent 12-20-15

November 2015

Crime Scenes of Christmas Future 11-4-15
Donuts of Evil 11-5-15
Monkey Uber 11-11-15
Aching Waves of the Lonely Tides 11-23-15
Cybersex Monday 11-30-15

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