
Cellar doors and pretty wars
The words we collect expose parts of us — parts of us we want to share, but can’t in such specific terms.
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The words we collect expose parts of us — parts of us we want to share, but can’t in such specific terms.
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Sure, for a research paper it’s probably ideal to have correct punctuation and complete sentences. In contexts such as art, however, rule-breaking and lack of structure can greatly add to the overall effect of writing.
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After two years of telling my best friend that I would go on one of his glorious campus tours and then continuously putting it off like any good homedawg would, I finally went the other day. It was filled with bright-eyed juniors and seniors in high school trying to determine
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Plush seats, Sour Patch Kids and movies are my jam. I nestle into my seat, gorge on my Kiddies and (usually) thoroughly enjoy the film unfolding before me. Stylish prose, hot chocolate and novels are also my jam. I nestle into my disc chair, which feels like angels of heaven
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It is with some restlessness that I write this post, which almost certainly will be my last on Strikeout. Over my nine semesters with The Daily Californian, this blog has been principal and peripheral, a source of revelry and a source of regret (unfortunately, my favorite posts predate the current
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To Mr. James Franco, We always knew that you would do it. You always knew that you would do it. Really, it was only a matter of time before you set your sights on Faulkner, and to be quite honest, we’re glad that you did. It’s high time another piece
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There is something about the American South, with its decaying social mores and weary livers, that we are inexplicably drawn to, like that dark and drawling stranger in the back of the bar, hidden by smoke. Perhaps it’s because we, too, have fallen on hard times, settled for banality and
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