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by Jenny Saville I made my bed, tidied up the dining table and countertops, mopped the floor, organized the non-perishables in the...

The last person I wanna be is someone like that German hypocrite I met at the science exhibit. He serves as a perfect example of someone...

by Michelle Duckworth What makes me, me? My heredity? my dark brown almond-shaped eyes? my raven-colored hair? my heart-shaped lips? my...

I am a little unhappy by Shen Jingdong Linda's really beginning to get up my nose. I hate her prying eyes. As much as I’d like to believe...

Classic. I opened my wallet and found that I had less than 50 euros left and to make matters worse, the bank still hadn't provided me...

White Angel Breadline, 1933 by Dorothea Lange Squatters, known as "okupas," who take refuge in abandoned buildings, old apartments, or...

Witches in Saturnalia by Paul Ranson, 1891 Yesterday, I left the house to take my mind off of work and bitch Linda. I met up with two new...

by Vito Acconci I never imagined I would pursue a career in science. I've always been fascinated by explosive and captivating...

It might be premature to reveal this, but I truly wish you and Fran were here, C. I really do. It's only been about a week since I left...

The Garden of Earthly Delights by Hieronymus Bosch, 1490-1500 Other than Brenda and Linda, there isn't much to complain about regarding...