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Life

on the
Hege
THE Macalester

HEGEMONOCLE
Probably Macalester’s First Humor Magazine
Volume 18, Issue 3
Spring 2018
The "Living on the Hege" Issue

EDITORS-IN-CHIEF
Edward Taketomo –’19
Will Milch ’19

EDITORIAL
Managing Editor
Maeghan Sullivan ’20

Head Writer
*Sophie Hannauer ’19

Social Media Editor


Yafiet Bezabih ’18

Radio Editor
Edward Taketomo ’19

DESIGN
Head of Production
Will Milch ’19

STAFF
Coat Rack ’99 Sarah Kolenbrander ’18 Zoe Berkovitz ’20
Sarah Coleman ’18 Justin Chen ’19 Autumn Campbell ’21
Sean McDonald ’18 Jacob Hill ’19 Jordan Schwed ’21
Danny Ochoa ’18 *Caleb Driker-Ohren ’19 Lidija Anna Namike ’21
Thali Zikos ’18 *Adam Rogowski ’19
* On sabbatical

SHOUT OUTS
ITS for its computer
Leaky cups at Cafe Mac for leaking
Warm daytime weather for making us feel normal again
Cold nighttime weather for keeping us humble
An increased amount of bananas in Cafe Mac
Park Liquors?
Founders: Mikey Freedman ’11 & Dan Rocklin ’11

Contact us: The Macalester Most characters appearing The Hegemonocle is published four-ish
[email protected] Hegemonocle in this work are fictitious. times per academic year.
Macalester College Any resemblance to real
@hegemonocle All content, except what we’ve stolen
1600 Grand Avenue persons, living or dead, is from elsewhere, is © The Macalester
1 facebook.com/hegemonocle Saint Paul, MN 55105 purely satirical. Hegemonocle, 2016.
EDITORIAL: Thoughts from our new editors
Hey Mac,

We know it can get pretty rough out there. It’s all of us pitted against the world. Try as we might we
can’t fight the ocean. We gotta to swim out into open ocean and have faith that the tides will push us
back into shore. It can be difficult.

But listen, if we can come to some kinda mutual understanding on the matter, I’m sure we can work
this whole thing out. We’re here to help, not to punish. Look at us. Do you really think we want to put
down another fella who’s just down on their luck? No way, guy. Help us, help you. That’s the thing of
the matter–trust.

Trust us in our endeavor to create a better magazine, something the likes of which we have never
seen before. We’re going to clean the system. We’re going to open the door to a new world order.
In this world, all the good things will be in surplus. Fruits will grow in the winter. All of the bad people
are going to go away, and they’ll never ever come back. There will be no more pain. We can make it
all go away–but you have to believe in us.

Oh, and Grunts,

That’s right,

we’re here. Just as you were getting worried that there wasn’t going to be
enough high quality humor magazine content coming your way, the two
of us kicked down the door of opportunity and walked right in. We come
at you with years of experience, the desire to excel, and the thickest necks
money can buy. We’re awesome.

We know, we know, “but what about the hege leaders who have come before?
They were pretty good!?” Well, we are like those peeps but better. In a years
time, when you will be erecting statues in our honor, you won’t even
remember who came before the golden era of hege-o that stand before you
today. We will be spending the rest of our lives working on this magazine,
and there is nothing anyone can do to stop us.

As we look down upon our fellow students, we understand the


responsibility that we have. As the only thing standing between the
campus and complete anarchy, we are going to do our best to understand
everything that you love about Macalester. Everything that makes you get
out of bed in the morning. And then ridicule it into oblivion. Because,
when it comes down to it, the only thing that matters is Hege. Hege and
more Hege. And we are going to do everything we can to spread our hege
to you.

Edward Taketomo / Will Milch

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Macalester rebranding process to include
renaming of several campus buildings
Markim Hall will become MARK-HER HALL, to elevate the voices of women.

Additionally, a renovation, scheduled for completion in 2020, will create the new INSTITUTE
FOR DOMESTIC CITIZENSHIP. The administration said in a statement, “Macalester is
becoming a little too global. We want to make sure students don’t go overboard on the whole
global thing.”

Kagin Commons will be renamed KAG-OUT COMMONS, to discourage binge drinking


behavior and the presence of kegs (pronounced "kags" in Minnesota) at student parties.

Neill Hall will become STAND HALL, to encourage students to stand up for what they
believe in.

Carnegie will be renamed BIKENEGEE, to promote sustainable transportation. Olin-Rice will be


renamed Swollen Mice, to more accurately represent its residents.

The building now known as Old Main will be the location of a major change scheduled to take
place over the next several years. All classrooms will be filled with library books to make space
in the library for the new ALL-FLOOR IDEA BUILDING. Humanities classes will be relocated
to the Theatre and Dance Hole to allow Old Main to become the new CONCEPT CASTLE!™,
scheduled for completion in 2032. An anonymous source said the building “will vibrate.”

Wallace Hall will be renamed WALLACE HALLACE, because it’s funny.

In perhaps the most radical change, Dupre Hall will be razed in 2019. In its place will come
the new ROSENBERG CENTER FOR
HUMAN RIGHTS, where Macalester
can commemorate and study the war
prison dormitory that formerly stood
there.

According to an anonymous source


familiar with the process, President
Brian Rosenberg had pushed to
rename the Dewitt Wallace Library the
DEWITT WALLACE TRUTHBRARY,
but the motion did not achieve
sufficient votes.

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Bon Appetit creates new series of fortune cookies

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THE MAC WEEKLY “news” since 1914

First Year Wrecked by One Cup of Cafe Mac Coffee


It has come to the attention of Bon Appetit that first years have begun injecting coffee
from their Macalester establishments. Alma Sutters, ‘21, ended up in urgent care after
attempting to drink a cup of coffee at Cafe Mac. “It was like drinking a boiling cup of my own
tears”
Upperclassmen on campus retaliate that the soul sucking sensation after consumption
allows them to “feel something”.
5 cases of hospitialization have occured after the consumption of Cafe whack Mac coffee
Bean Juices this semester. Doctors at this time have reported that the liquid is “2 times as potent
as a prescription strength laxative”. Despite warnings, Macalseter students have continued this
dangerous new fad.

CAMPUS WIDE WARNING: PF’s At Extended Sampler Will


Attend Kagin
Dear Student body,
It is our genuine regret to inform the campus student body that the Prospective First
Years, known to you as PF’s or “small child holding blue folder” will be attending the sweat
fest that is the “Kagin”. Of unknown origin, these children will stumble into the Alexander G.
Hill Ballroom, expecting nothing and seeing the perspiring bodies of 5 to 7 first years trying to
figure out who is the alpha male.
If you suspect you’ve found a drunken toddler, please return them to the Info Desk. They
can sleep soundly in the nest of gloves, hats, and the abandoned bodies of other PF’s.

Sincerest apologies,
Macalester Admissions

Campus Secret Revealed


First year Kevin Schultz was shocked this week to hear that his neighbors were not just
stomping around upstairs but were, in fact, having sexual relations.
“Joe and Alvin just seemed to be such good friends” he explained “I just thought they
liked rock music”
Schultz was troubled to discover that the noise he heard every Monday, Wednesday, and
Friday at 2:15 p.m, was not the dropping of large rocks over the span of 15-30 minutes.
“I mean, Joe is a geology major, and Alvin is a physics major, so it makes sense!”
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In a last ditch effort to stop people from
stealing Bon Appetit™ mugs from Cafe Mac, President Brian
Rosenberg has issued an executive order for the Campus
Center lobby to be filled with concrete. The concrete will be
poured into the lobby from the circular hole on the second
floor, filling the entire space. The facilities staff asks that
all community members steer clear of the CC lobby on
July 4th, as pouring will begin. “The date of the pouring
symbolizes the freedom that it will bring,” Rosenberg
stated, “The day that we no longer have to worry about
another mug going missing is the day that we can finally
begin focusing our energies onto other more pressing
crane related matters.” Rosenberg refused to comment
when asked how students were supposed to enter the
building after the lobby is filled with concrete; however,
he did want to reassure students that he, “will make
sure that the construction workers drill an access point
to The Mac Weekly newspaper cubby hole… just in case
someone needs to line their crawl space or something.”
Card services will be relocated to Kagin Commons.

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Story behind middle aged couple alone in cafe mac just as sad as it looks

According to sources close to the issue, the haggard middle aged couple sitting entirely silent and
motionless in the middle of cafe mac is just as sad as they look. Ali Henderson, a first year who
witnessed the couple suggested that “maybe they have a kid who’s looking at Mac?” but you, me,
and everybody else know deep down that these people do not have children. Yuhanna ibn Qurra, a
junior, hypothesized that “maybe they met in Cafe Mac and are trying to relive that romantic moment”.
While this is obviously wrong as no one’s most romantic moment has ever been in Cafe Mac, it would
honestly be more depressing if it was true. Jack Teller, a Senior who has not slept in 4 days said “I’ve
been watching these guys for like 20 minutes and they haven’t moved or spoken at all so I’m pretty
sure they’re a figment of my imagination” and as much as we wish this was true we can all see them
as well, so they’re real. Professors from across departments have banded together to try and discover
a reason for their presence that could alleviate the deep sense of existential dread that overwhelms
anyone who lays eyes on them. They have not been successful.

THE HEGE’S MISSED CONNECTIONS


The girl reading this ;)
Dude with no shoes
Man jogging through campus in short-shorts in winter
Person driving car on Shaw Field- Let me help you
Little lady who came to my office hours last Thursday. You’re taking up time that could be filled with more attractive
students.
Person who came back to my room after Kagin last night- I never got your name, but thank you for a wild night! I never
thought of using a desk lamp like that!
Kagin Cinderella
Silver fox on the parents’ tour last weekend ;)
@Ben, I’m actually doing really great, thanks!
Girl who ate four plates of ribs in Cafe Mac last night- color me impressed!
Cute first-year I bought alcohol for last weekend
Person making out with their computer while Skyping their long-distance SO in Cafe Mac: can I get in on that?
Dude who walks the same pace as me, but slightly slower, on the way to our 1:20s, move out of the way and into my
heart <3
Jabari
Girl with earrings made in Idea Lab
Girl made in Idea Lab
The only other person at the Sober@Mac event on Friday- wanna grab a drink?
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Reasons Why I Won’t Hug My Professors Anymore

PHYS 199-04: My skin chafes against the hard, reptilian scales that completely
covers their exterior.

SOC 101: They like to pull me close and say “squeeze me like a rag doll you
mighty beast”.

HIST 387: Every time I come into physical contact with this professor, I start
hearing the Marseilles and am suddenly transported back in time into the body of
early French Revolutionary politician Adrien Duport.

PE 354-01: I once saw them completely naked in the middle of Shaw Field bathing
triumphantly in the blood of their fallen capstone presenters and now if I touch
them I become deeply aroused.

CHEM 269: I know for a fact that every day they arise at 4 A.M to harvest laven-
der from their garden which they then rub over their entire body until they are
nothing, nothing but the lavender.

RUSS 244: They pay an elderly Russian man named Pyotr to follow me around and cut
onions so that I’m always crying, just the way they like me.

POLI 435: They voted for Ross Perot in 1996 and it makes me sick.

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Race to the Finish Line: A Senior’s Tale
I woke up last week and realized that I, Steven Poole, class of 2018, was about to graduate. And I haven’t
checked off nearly enough of the things on my college bucket list that I wanted to. Here I was, late April of
my senior year, and I hadn’t gotten high off of or had sex with half the people and things I set out to when I
arrived at Macalester. I had had the framed list above my bed and so far I’d only managed to check off “make
a sandwich out of the food from every station at Cafe Mac” and “call advisor by first name”.

I jumped out of bed and realized I had so little time, and the sprint to the finish line started now. I took deep
hit off my roommate’s bong, shotgunned a Hamms, and went to my 9:40. Go to class drunk and high, check.
After spending what felt like the full hour wondering if fish can sigh, I realized it was only 10 o’clock. Not
enough time!! I got up, pissed on my professor’s laptop (check) and sprinted from the room.

Next on the list was: “have sex in every building on campus”. As I had established myself as a Lone Wolf at
Macalester, there was no way I could get a sexual partner on such short notice; still running, I began mastur-
bating furiously as I ran from Olin Rice to Neill to Jwall to Carnegie. Despite my exhaustion, I finished on
the second floor of Old Main. Damn. Half the buildings would have to do. Check.

It was now 10:06. Next on the list was “drop acid” followed by “do shrooms”. God why did I leave this for so
long? I ran back home, limp dick waving in the breeze, and burst through the front door. “What the fuck?!” I
heard my housemate shout through a mouthful of toast. “Have close friend see penis”. Check. I tore open my
sock drawer and pulled out the tab of acid and dried fungus I’d been saving since sophomore year and shoved
them in my mouth.

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As time and space collided in a burst of color and sound, I found myself in Cafe Mac for an 11:00 lunch.
“Eat every soup,” I said out loud. Whether or not it was actually on my list I wasn’t sure, since I’d lost the
ability to read English in my drug induced haze. I grabbed a plate and tried to fold it into a bowl shape
before grabbing a mug and filling it with minestrone and turkey wild rice. “Take a mug from Cafe Mac!” I
shouted in a monotone and ran from the Campus Center, spilling the chunky concoction all over my slacks.
Double check.

After chugging my FrankenSoup, I sped to the fourth floor of the library. I remembered that the next things
on my list were “Have 3 way” and “Have sex in library”. I burst into a group study room to find myself in
luck: two startled looking juniors having uncoordinated standing-up-shirts-on-pants-around-knees sex. “I’m
sorry!” I cried over their startled shrieks, hopping around and counting to 5 Mississippi. “Okay, that counts!”
and I bolted from the room again. Check and check.

I fell down the stairs to the Idea Lab and found I could check another two items off my list. Shoving a but-
ton-making first year to the floor, I threw open the door to the 3D printer and attempted to scan my asshole,
but only managed the taint. That would have to do. I locked myself in with the 3D printer until it finished
its misshapen creation. I grabbed the lump of hot plastic and stumbled, pantsless, to Weyerhauser where
President Rosenberg was coming out of the front door. “SEND NUDES TO BRIRO!” I wailed, pelting the
3D recreation of my grundle at his forehead. “What in the entrepreneurship--” was all he could say before it
collided with his glasses. Yes! Direct hit!

And now, having presented this speech at commencement, I can finally say I have completed everything on
my college bucket list. Here’s to the class of 2018!

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Sign on Macalester Crane has attracted three new entrepreneurs to campus
Over the past two months, the Crane over the soon-to-be-finished theatre complex has shone over the
campus. This new addition, which Head of Facilities Bob Brickster recently confirmed as a permanent addition
to the campus, has acted like north star to campus, and has brought three new entrepreneurs to the Macalester
campus. Upon arrival, they presented Kate Ryan Reiling with three gifts and pledged themselves to her. They
now roam around the idea lab, waiting for the end times. In the meantime, here they are:

Entrepreneur #1
Joe Joeson was born with a briefcase in one hand and cologne in the other. Upon seeing the giant sign in the sky,
Joe packed up all of his belongings and headed North to find the one part of life he was truly missing, lateral pre-
professional skills. In between his thoughts, Joeson likes running his fingernails through the sowing machines
and eating the goop from the 3D printer. Joeson is able to survive on a diet of exclusively coffee grounds and
compostable cups. If students ever need an idea for a project, Joeson wants them to know they can always ask
him for advice, as he litterally cannot escape the idea lab.

Entrepreneur #2
A young man who refers to himself as “The Human Bulb” as well as just “Bulb” was also quite keen on the newly
implemented facilities Macalester has put funds toward. “Bulb” wears a fragile glass casing around his body
with a filliment that feeds itself from the bottom of the aluminum threads near the bottom of what considers
his body. “I just think it’s just wonderful,” Bulb said as he flicked his fillement on and off using a switch incased
within the aluminum threading. “That sign must be 50,000 Watts, bare minimum,” Bulb asserted as he fickered
on in approval. “That’s quite bright! To tell you the truth, I’m quite jealous!” Bulb flickered off in embarressment.
“But it’s really quite alright! Here at the idea lab we’re full of brightness! Whenever I’m feeling a little dark I
know just where to go! Truly a place where bright minds can congregate!” Bulb said while flickering on and off
in elation.

Entrepreneur #3
Another individual who refers to herself as “Yes” has had nothing put positive feedback for Macalester’s latest
changes. Despite being merely a moth that was attracted to the giant Macalester sign and a ouija board that was,
for some reason, put inside the idea lab, “Yes” had a lot to say. In asking “Yes” if she like the latest changes, “Yes”
responded: “T. U. P. 1. Good” In asking her if she had any constructive critisism, “Yes” responded: “Ouija. E. M.
Good. Bye.” really indicating her passion on the matter.
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Borrowed Book RE:RE:RE:Borrowed Book
________________________________________________ ________________________________________________
Adam Sorberg April 3rd 3:24 PM Adam Sorberg April 6th 10:49PM
To: Gavin Dates To: Gavin Dates
Hi Mr. Dates,
Y’know what? Fuck you Gavin. I’m sick of all your
About a month and a half ago you borrowed a copy bullshit. “Oh I forgot to bring your book!” “what pages
of my book The Zoo and You, Ten Fun Things You were we supposed to read again?” Fuck you, you C-
Can Do At The Zoo That Don’t Involve Slapping the piece of shit.
Monkees. I need that book back as soon as possible
since other students are now interested in borrowing it. -Professor Sorberg
--------
Let me know when you can get it back to me. Adam Sorberg, PHD.
“Patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet.” Jean Jacques
See you in class on Thursday Rousseau
-Professor Sorberg
-------- RE:RE:RE:RE:Borrowed Book
Adam Sorberg, PHD. ___________________________________________
“Patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet.” Jean Jacques Adam Sorberg April 6th 11:30PM
Rousseau To: Gavin Dates

Stupid piece of shit


RE:Borrowed Book --------
________________________________________________ Adam Sorberg, PHD.
Gavin Dates April 4th 6:00pm “Patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet.” Jean Jacques
To: [email protected] Rousseau
Hi Professor Sorberg,
RE:RE:RE:RE:RE: Borrowed Book
I’ll have it for you in class tomorrow. ___________________________________________
Adam Sorberg April 6th 11:30PM
Gavin To: Gavin Dates

Stupid piece of shit coward.


--------
Adam Sorberg, PHD.
RE:RE:Borrowed Book “Patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet.” Jean Jacques
________________________________________________ Rousseau
Adam Sorberg April 6th 4:18PM
To: Gavin Dates

Gavin, RE:RE:RE:RE:RE:RE: Borrowed Book


___________________________________________
I was quite disappointed when you failed once again to Adam Sorberg April 7th 2:22AM
return The Zoo and You, Ten Fun Things You Can Do To: Gavin Dates
At The Zoo That Don’t Involve Slapping the Monkees. Look, Gavin. I’m really sorry for those emails I sent.
It has a great deal of sentimental value to me. Please I’ll be honest, I was doing jello shots tonight and I had
have it for me on Tuesday or we will need to have a a few too many. It’s just that this book really turned
very frank discussion. things around for me, y’know? I was at a point man,
my wife said “you slap one more monkey and I’m
-Professor Sorberg taking the kids to my mother’s house”. This book
-------- saved my life man. You remind me a lot of myself,
Adam Sorberg, PHD. young, excited, and filled with a burning hatred for
“Patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet.” Jean Jacques those smug fucking monkees.
Rousseau
I love you man. -Sorberg
--------
Adam Sorberg, PHD.
“Patience is bitter but its fruit is sweet.” Jean Jacques
Rousseau
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Review of a Toyota Dealership
Bob: Shoreview, MN

- “I am irate”

I am a 31 year old white male with no discernible personality,


hence I entered your establishment looking to buy a Toyota
Camry. Grey if possible, maybe even brown. Something that isn’t
really even a color. Everything seemed fine at first. A sales agent
showed me a tan, 2007 model. There was absolutely nothing
remarkable about it. I was elated. However, after purchasing
the vehicle it came to my attention that something was wrong.
“Something is wrong,” I said. “f;dsdqwerlas” said the
sales agent. “What?” I said.

The thing that was wrong was, firstly, that your sales agent was
less a sales agent and more a wretched, demonic skinwalker of
the abyss. That was strike one. Second, your dealership was less
a dealership, and more a dark cave full of horrors beyond the
comprehension of man. There was a thick fog that blasted like a
fire hose straight into my neck and made me question my faith
in god. Are we alone in the universe? That was strike two. And
finally, the Camry you sold me was less a Camry and more and a
car sized monitor lizard that now sits in the entirety of my living
room and calls me a bitch all day. There is no longer anywhere
for me to sit and even from the dark, moldy attic where I now
sleep I can hear its cry through the walls. “Bitch,” it bellows.
Who the fuck is this lizard?
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Therefore, I would like both a full refund, and for a representative
to come to my neighborhood and formally apologize to my fellow
residents. Not only have they wrestled with the confusion of a
powerful, unseen voice calling them a bitch day in and day out,
but each night cackling witches descend on the block to flick our
genitals while we sleep. My neighbors and I rise in a state of half-
slumber and full pelvic agony. “Why!?” we plead. “Why are you
doing this!?” “Ba!” the witches cry, before taking to the skies in
a crazed flurry. “Ba!” This is by far the worst customer service
I’ve ever seen.

I know that I for one will never be returning to this establishment.


My genitals are now an unfeeling wad and my self-esteem has
never been lower. I have begun signing my emails “Sincerely,
Bitch” without even realizing it. I guess that’s just who I am now.
I know it’s not uncommon to get ripped off in the auto industry,
but this is simply absurd. I hope that one day someone has the
guts to stand up to you crooks and give you a taste of your own
medicine, which I believe is a mixture of molten urine and expired
cottage cheese. It lacks any nutritional value. I am emaciated.

As I type this from the foul smelling confines of my attic bedroom,


the walls shaking and splitting at the seams with the thunderous
cry of “Bitch,” I beg of you: do not give this dealership your
business. I will never be able to undo what they have done to me.
Hark, I hear the witches come now, and I must hide my genitals
in the sand. Heed my words, or suffer a life of unceasing agony.

Sincerely,
Bitch

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13 Unconventional Places
to incubate on Campus

1. Fully clothed in the Sauna


2. Bus stop on Grand with the heat lamp on
3. Inside bone nest in Olin-Rice
4. Your roommate’s bed
5. Bathroom-within-a-bathroom on the second
floor of Neill
6. Meditation chair turned all the way up
7. Underneath David Sisk
8. Popcorn maker in the Loch
9. Idea Lab
10. Under the warmth of the crane sign
11. St. Thomas’ nicer dorms
12. On top of David Sisk
13. Between people at a Kagin

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Devon Tropene posted in Free & For Sale:
Cozy Summer Sublet available
$250
St Paul, MN
Looking for someone to sublet for the summer. Fully furnished space with
AC and surround sound! The window to square footage ratio is amazing. It’d
be $65/month + utilities/gas. Sometimes close to campus. Sometimes close
to Target. Always close to the party. My girlfriend visits on the weekends,
but I promise we’re quiet :-) PM me if interested!

+4

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Which Sisk Are You?

Happy Sisk Passive Aggressive Sisk Angry Sisk


-makes martinis in free -AKA your roommate -has your password
time -never asks for your -smiles through the
-loves ITS password (but corrects pain :’’’’’)
-sweet potato pudding your grammar) -sick of your shit
-subtweets

Fantasy Sisk Doomsday Sisk 4/20 Sisk


-if only the homeland -dead eyes -quirky and different
would take me back -empty soul -not like other girls
-how I yearn for the wind -nothing is real -gives zero fucks
in my hair -philosophy major -won’t ask for your
-I will never know the -mass emails password, will ask for a
days of my youth -Phishing scams hit
-Sells on Dark web -cool mom

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next year!

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