My eyelids crack through a layer of sleep-slime and push open. It’s nine o’clock in the morning and I come-to on my living room couch, fully clothed in my dank and smoky festival threads; one arm dangling off the seat cushion brushing the rug below me, the other tingling half-asleep and contorted under my stomach. I sit up, accepting an explosive rush of blood, shooting thousands of prickly stabs through my poor, defenseless brain.
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America, it is the land of the man, the land of the car which breaks down but is huge, the land of the man who hunts animals and has many guns, the land of the oil company that makes billions and kills the fish. It is the land in which many are poor but few are rich. Did I say “rich”? I mean, “fucking rich.” Haha! It is the land of the soapy-breasted pornstar and her “old man.” It is the land of Putin.
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Before deciding to pull their product from the market, the FDA offered the makers of 4LOKO a warning that they could choose to put on each can if they wanted to continue selling the product. We’ve obtained a mock-up of that government-approved warning.
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I’m 23, from Oxford, England, and have just moved back up to Svalbard, Norway for the dark winter. I live in a small community of about 2,000 people and a few hundred dogs. I keep a blog that describes the interesting things that are up here, although there are more and more to be discovered every day.
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