Written by: Larissa Melville It’s a long way home from here. But I tread o’er the widesalk, arm linked with a stranger’s and a light, bubbly air about the head. I’m a little slort of sheep, but danger disappears and up like a listless dream. Metal bracelets chime; a voice like a bell, but my mind drifts; I know not what it means. I’m under a lovely blue and red spell. What’s this? Do I know my rights? I’m confused since I’ve studied law for seven years, then I think I puke on the stranger’s shoes, and his stern, mustachioed…
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Written by: Apple Cabrera Can’t decide on a major? Been in uni for two years too long and still cycling through departments? Just can’t seem to pass that last PHIL 400 course? Have no fear — world literature is the…
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Written by: Larissa Melville Forty minutes: The fuck is going on? All parts strewn, laid out like jigsaw pieces and captured in the tired eye of the moon, peeking through my window, peaked, leaving soon, leaving soon. I shake a…
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