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TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER

an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations
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04.29.18

Time is weird. 13 springs ago, I was dancing in grotty biker bars, hanging out in railyards with graffiti dudes, and attending drag races in the Port of Oakland. That August I moved to a wee village in the Burren, and life completely changed.




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