Depraved, morally-bankrupt girl: Was Jesus a virgin?
Pervert: Mary was.
Depraved, morally-bankrupt girl: Yeah, virginity runs in the family I guess.
Overhead in our depraved, morally-bankrupt world
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Auction
introducing the body size thirty-four B tits, forty-four round hips slim twenty-nine-inch waist thick thighs I used to once hate a gap so spaced that words fly out of it a forehead so big you could play chess on it brown skin, lips thin height small, not tall disclaimer of the body I can’t be…
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Blackness in Residence
The Amistad sails a silent scream across the sea. In its wake, a dark tapestry woven with violence. Mouths in the hold lie open, inaudible, begging for the nothingness that is everything. On this ship, terror lurks. A violence of abstraction separates Black from man and kills him twice, Discarding his body like dead…
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Love Is
Love is an expression simple to understand but tough to maintain. It’s like a symphony of instruments created individually but only complete together. The catch being that the notes are obscure. The sheet music is unscripted and all that’s left is You. Its blind conductor who was given no directions. You see, love comes without…
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A Restaurant in Hayward
Mmm, linoleum floors, my favorite, I think. It’s 7:30 am, according to the analog clock on the wall, and I’m officially pissed at being up this early for my driver’s license exam. “Window 10 is OPEN!” an older lady screeches, and I lung forward. She wears glasses that hang from a cord…
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Trapped
The tracing of distress tailored against the coarse lining ripples and bumps engulf flickers of dim hope. The clashing dissonance overwhelms one boundary, edging to the brim of its inverse. The tracing persists. Wrenching and tugging at seams of a suffocating cloth proves pointless. A bloody mind splitting battle entails a victory lap to celebrate…
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Okro anaghi eto kari onye kuru ya
Ma snatched me out her stomach on a Wednesday. My first day as abrupt as it could be Gather the elders, gather the aunties. Ma didn’t plan on having me They sang a song to put her at ease Her diary said that God must have sent me I was born to a river amongst…
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An Unparalleled Catastrophe, Ancestral Wisdom Made Flesh
The human brain coevolved with the emergent faculties of language and storytelling. Memory and narrative are not merely byproducts of cognition; they are fundamental to how we organize experience across time. For humans, the physical body does not precede the story we tell. We are the only species that biologically and metabolically emerged alongside the…
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The Trial
In February, David Piegaro ’25 stood trial for allegedly assaulting a police officer during last year’s encampment. Can we know what truly happened?
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A Cacophony of Swallows in Flight: Full Design
This week, the Nass shares the floor. Enjoy this special co-curated issue with the Black Arts Collective.
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Middle of Nowhere, Zen New Jersey
It’s all alphabet soup in 12-pt font, bitter black bleeding into vegetable stock — A poem or two or three, falling into one another like bodies in orbit
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Flood: Full Design
The Nass is coming. Find a nice comfy ark and kick your feet up – it’s gonna be a while. Find an issue around campus, or look through the full design below.