Today the stack is one year old.
When I turned one, I was in a home movie, seated before a cake. Just me and the cake. My skin is gold from the lights on tripods set up all around with god knows how many watts. The cake is made of whipped cream, and there are flowers across the top, and everyone knows what’s going to happen when the …
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