Inspired by the writings of aesthetic philosophers like Baudrillard, Deleuze, Bataille, and Benjamin, I have decided to take a piece of popular culture–the popular song
Martin Shkreli paced across the moon- lit patch where six shovels were staked. Slim, Cube, and the Wu Tang Detectives were tied against the oak
Ireland’s Tom Sin decided on a resurrection as his St. Patrick’s Day present to himself. Nothing big, no flamboyance, just a few invites: his dead
Saturday night and I’m on my own Pouring the last bit of Grey Goose into my Fanta two liter No one around to stop me
There’s dumpling I have been meating to tell you. I know it seems impastabowl, But I’ve been absinthe-minded lately, And I’m getting a sense of
The Holy Trinity of oven-baked goods, Bread, cheese, and tomato, Come together now to fulfill your destiny. Pound the dough, nail it to the wood.
Did you know the Zamboni has a spy inside the Tufts administration? Neither did we! It turns out we left a freshman in the walls
Do you ever think about dinosaurs? We, the staff of the Zamboni, often ponder the existence of these two-to-four legged/winged monsters while we take our
What words what words could bards and poets spew To frame the lovely Cragulon’s fair gaze? Whose graceful tent’cles, strong as baughs of yew Perspire
Dear Jon, Jane and I have been good friends since middle school. I love her like a sister. Recently, Jane accepted a job at a
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