Young journalist: I don’t know how I feel about a dick pic I don’t have an emotional connection with.
Overheard in Frist
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Free Will?
The Nassau Weekly got schooled on free will, so we’re feeling…conscious. Aware. Does the footnote section get to have an opinion on free will? Oh, I’m hearing that we don’t. Oh well.
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Atlas
Tired, exhausted, spent. Atlas fails, his shoulders relax, the mighty stone slips, and goes tumbling. It scratches the land, denting the mountains, before crashing into western sea. He stands there trembling, covering his head. – He waits a day. But the sky isn’t falling. Liars! he sneers, stretching his ruined…
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Pecan Pie Latte
Students review Sakrid Coffee Roaster’s curious Pecan Pie Latte: Delectable or disgusting?
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Threefold Repetition Doesn’t Hold, Not Even A Stalemate
“The longest recorded chess match was two hundred and sixty-nine moves, over twenty hours. Mine has drawn on for three fraught years now, and it still persists.”
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Sitting in Awkwardness: Translating Olga Ravn’s “De Ansatte”
Aboard the Six Thousand Ship, employee testimonies put the question of humanity on the forefront, disguising this philosophical inquiry within the mundane bureaucracy of workplace testimonials.
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She is such a sad girl I don’t know what to do with her
In my dream I was making you pasta & nothing bad had happened to us yet you smiled and told me you would take these multivitamins & forget me. In my dream I booked a flight to wherever you were & my visa expired as I stepped out the door so I unplugged the…
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True Vision
“Their next destination, they believe, will uncover something staggering: a single place where the tides have converged the bulk of humanity’s discarded waste. They are determined to expose the truth.”
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Yellow Bike
Going everywhere on that little yellow bike. To the base of mountains and looking up at the boundary where snow becomes rain. Retreat just below treeline on account of distant thunder. On the downhill a pebble could mean disaster, but make s-turns: wide and coltish. The chain whines and grates and spits out flecks of…