Bro 1: “I love to eat pussy.”
Bro 2: “I love the smell of laundry.”

first semester, i read and wrote and p-setted, claimed dual residency in forbes and ncw so i could eat until my mouth and stomach begged “no more,” got home everyday to lovely humans who never fail to make me laugh and that hasn’t changed since second semester. but second semester, i’m wearing weighted blankets …

blue cheese root beer jukeboxes servals william howard taft blue footed boobies whale sharks hash slinging slasher triple trapeze john wayne gacy the movie baby geniuses 2015 four loko gold crossfit delta 8 ipod nano (on which I once watched the movie baby geniuses) meat lovers pizza roller skating suspenders my aunt’s birthday squid the…


Tensions run high at the Wednesday-night event.

This week, the Nass triumphs athletically, fails intellectually, and eats the entire lemon.

A dark horse of college curling finally receives their flowers.

Last night I ingested my mother’s gold in hopes it would bring value to every worthless part of my body I brought her bangles to my teeth and bit them so hard I drew blood holding them under my tongue until my mouth began to burn and glowing embers blazed within me until finally …

The lemon was precious, as was every morsel of food that entered one’s house. I was raised to shudder at the mere thought of throwing away anything on my plate, encouraged to catch all the stray grains of kasha and watching my dad soak up every last bit of soup in his plate with the…


Health, harmony, and history with Paul Shu, owner of Holsome Teas and Herbs.

This week, the Nass surveys a hostile world, finds meaning in the senseless, and explores new ways to heal.

“There are a million wolves hiding in the environmental substrate I’ve called speargrass. The reality is that they’re not even wolves. When they get home in the evening, they take off the wolfskin and look just like us.”

“This genre’s title, corecore, makes a totalizing claim on the thousands of balkanized subgenres and subaesthetics that fleet past the user: only a certain set of objects and clips can be dazecore or college dormcore, but corecore encompasses all such ‘cores,’ all these oddly particular aesthetics.”

With Hartman on the page and Noname in the ears, a Nass writer examines the musical tradition of documenting Black struggle.

“I was a swimmer in the night. The moon on my face, I dove off rocks and cliffs. I swim in my dreams and they sound like the breaths of fish past my face.”
Bro 1: “I love to eat pussy.”
Bro 2: “I love the smell of laundry.”