Without further adieu, or “blast off” puns, I happily introduce ISSUE 03: The Space Issue.
Texting’s become a fairly trivial process: have an idea you need to communicate, but not verbalize; eschew email either due to its inherent air of professionalism or your relative distance from a laptop; keep under 160 characters; brace for response.
I was addicted to AOL chat rooms, spending hours in front of my Gateway computer talking to strangers and swapping fake photos. Don’t judge; you were doing it, too.
Leandra: The band of weirdos I belonged to took her in immediately.
Regardless of their intent, the presence of lawn ornaments is a reminder that the desire to distinguish and express ourselves can be as instinctive and fundamental as having four walls and a roof over our heads.
As much speculation as there is about Amanda’s hair and appearance, the person who actually seems to be pulling the strings here is Amanda herself.
The square privileges symmetry and simplicity above all else. The square laughs at your attempts to make your slightly off-axis photo look right… I am over the square.
When does a “No Talking” policy in a movie theater become less about courtesy for others and more about the policing of your experience?
We enter the wider world parallel the other, inching in uneven
swirls only to recede again into peripheral spaces. Hours pass and
each day, front of mind: what will I name happiness?
GZA seeks to inspire, and honestly, he’s probably got a better chance than Clifford Smith, the random eleventh-grade physics teacher at Jefferson High School in Dayton, Ohio.
When E.T. landed in Humboldt County, his dewy saucer eyes glowed with the tinge of killer bud. The weed grew high and swayed in the chill night air.
So you’ve gone and lacerated your vagina. What now?
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