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SATREBIL EDITORIAL EDITORS IN CHIEF Alyssa Glover Samantha Gowing (et studious abrodio)

EDITORS Claire Heartfield Mila Loneman Quinn Massengill Madison Santos Thomas Waddill Cordelia Wilks

CONTRIBUTORS

Cy Ferguson, J Gill Holland, Katie Gomulkiewiez, Eleanor Yarboro, Anonymous, Claire Heartfield, Ryan Emerick, John Chavez, Amani Carter, Evan Yi, Erin Golden, Anonymous 2, Alyssa Glover, Madison Santos, Laura Searles, Thomas Waddill Libertas belongs to the students of Davidson College. Contact the editors at libertas@davidson.edu

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Cy Ferguson J. Gill Holland

A Family Failure - or a Family Triumph?

Katie Gomulkiewiez

Anthology

Eleanor Yatboro Anonymous

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Poem for Buttheads Haiku

Claire Heartfield & Ryan Emerick

Libertas Interview: Armfield Living

John Chavez

Test Print

Amani Carter Tommy Rhodes

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Lesson Learned Photographs

Evan Yi

Undulate

Erin Golden

Couch Potato

Anonymous

Untitled Poem

Alyssa Glover Claire Heartfield

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Ask Alyssa Movie Review

Madison Santos & Laura Searles Madison Santos & Thomas Waddill

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A Dialogue on The Life of Pablo Last word

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A Family Failure - or a Family Triumph?

By Gill Holland

My father, a coal company doctor in Harlan County, Kentucky, in the mid-1930s, had stories to tell about those two years practicing medicine in one of the toughest places in the country. On one occasion a messenger ran into the hospital and begged him to race to a house up in a hollow not far from town. “A baby’s coming any time!” They drove up mountain roads in Daddy’s old car and got to the shack in time to hear voices shouting. In the bedroom the expectant mother—just a girl-- lay on her back cursing a big man who stood over her. He was shouting, “Who is it? Who is it?” He slapped her face. The girl in labor gave it right back at him. “You [blankety-blank, blankety-blank].” Dr. Holland saw telling movements and made preparations to deliver the child. “Who is it? Who is it?” the girl’s father shouted. (Who is the father of this bastard?). He slapped her face again.

His daughter continued to curse him in her pain, and the baby saw the light of day crying.

Not long afterwards, the man slapping and shouting at his daughter, a foreman at the coal company, was on his feet shouting at a union meeting. Someone shot him in the back. They never found his killer.

Distinguished Contributor: Dr. Gill Holland

Gill Holland, Professor emeritus of English, taught at Davidson 1961-1963 and 1967 until his retirement in 2004. He also taught on sabbatical leaves in Asia and Europe and has studied and written on Norwegian and Chinese literature and art. He has published articles and books on English, Norwegian and Chinese literature and art as well as teaching Scandinavian and Chinese literature in translation. He has also written stories and poetry. To many students at Davidson he is lovingly know as “Old Man Library” and is revered for his genius and engaging conversations. Photo by Bill Giduz 3

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It bled for three days

Anthology By Katie Gomulkiewiez

before the surgical superglue bound leg to bone. Four months later the glue dissolved and shed in pieces— my leg a molting snake.

I picked the shards of ceramic from my knee the blood gritty from the fragments beneath the skin. My mother’s voice cussing my clumsiness—

when she drove me to the hospital three months later after I hit brick bottom of a fishpond in the middle of rural Oregon and the nurse checked for tadpoles in the gaping hole. Eleven alligator teeth of blue thread allowed the skin to repair my damage— I told my mom it hurt more when they took the stitches out.

My middle finger suffered a clean gerbil bite to the bone the time I tried to take Whiskers for a walk. The splattered oil scar on my face eventually healed after I heated the pan too long, cooking French fries with Grandma.

The summer I learned to ride a bike ended with twenty pieces of gravel ripping open my left thigh—a causality of biking in the slick Seattle rain, tongue outstretched to catch the plump drops before I flew headfirst over the handlebars.

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POEM FOR BUTTHEADS

ELEANOR YARBORO

who do I write for? well, who do you think?

all the quietly miserable people dear to me and the soft-spoken failures in your own heart and the loud, loud people who hate themselves more than you or I could know the boys with high, broken voices and the budding teacher’s pets who just can’t shut up like blood from a stone, I am asking all of us for something beautiful oh, love, have the grace to hush yourself and say to your soul: perfection wants me so, so bad and then, have the grace to begin again and to be the person you were born to be: a butthead

Haiku

Is it seven five seven? Or five seven five? Screw this I’ll just start over. I think it’s five seven five But just to be sure I’ll ask Wikipedia

Okay, Wikipedia, “What is a haiku?” “For sure five-seven- five, duh.”

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Now that I know this, The “F” I got in Lit. Class Makes a lot more sense.

Libertas Interview: Armfield Living Claire Heartfield, *Libertas Mag

Ryan Emerick, a senior in SAE who lives on the bottom floor of Armfield, agreed to talk to Libertas Mag about his questionable living situation. Living down at F has provided him with stories that entertain, disgust, and tickle. In the following interview, Ryan shares some decidedly unique experiences. You decide if the stories of failure are funny, or if they make living at F a fail. *LM: So Ryan, in knowing that Armfield has a reputation for craziness, why did you decide to live there in the first place? Ryan: I experienced some pressure from friends to live there. There is an expectation for seniors to host parties. I also feel like it’s our duty to the frat to throw the best parties possible. LM: How was your experience in those first few weeks right after moving in? Ryan: At first I was exposed to a new and exciting part of the campus. I was able to walk right out of my room and meet new people. When you live here, the party comes directly to your doorstep. LM: What was one funny thing that happened at the beginning of the year in your apartment? Ryan: Well once I walked out of my room and found two freshmen making out by the door. The girl asked if they could use my room to have sex in while the guy tried to shush her. LM: Did you let them? Ryan: Haha, no. LM: Okay so this all seems pretty funny. Is there anything bad about living at F? Ryan: Yeah, it’s not fun when you find puke in the shower and hallways or can’t use the kitchen because of it. LM: Ew. What about something that’s happened to you personally? Ryan: Once, a drunk girl I didn’t even know wandered into the apartment at three in the morning and tried to persuade me to have sex with her! She was very aggressive about it, too. That wasn’t so fun. LM: So the party never ends, huh? Ryan: Absolutely not. People can’t really decide when the part is over, and sometimes crazy stuff happens even when the party’s over, like the one time a really drunk guy peed on me in the hallway thinking I was the toilet. LM: Yeah that’s funny to me, but I can guess it wasn’t to you. Ryan: Haha, exactly. LM: Do you have anything else to say about your life down the hill? Ryan: Living here is definitely not for the faint of heart. People tend to villainize it, but if you’re the social type who can take a joke, it will be a great experience. <>

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print by John Chavez

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Lesson Learned: When Donald Trump declared, on national television, that undocumented immigrants coming across our southern border were criminals and rapists, the world was shocked. We all watched in sensationalist disbelief as Trump pounded his fist demanding that Mexico build a wall to prevent droves of delinquents from pouring into our country and stealing our jobs. Nobody could believe that in 2016 a man running for President could get away with making that kind of statement, and if you had told any of us that this man would be the frontrunner for the republican nomination I think that we all mightâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;ve laughed at you. But if we learned anything from the last two Presidential elections we might have been terrified instead of skeptical. President Barack Obama was successful as a candidate in 2008 and 2012, because he was able to draw record numbers of voters to the polls. Turnout for these historic elections hit record highs, as previously untapped voter bases flooded to their local polling places to cast their vote for the first African-American President of the United States of America. Donald Trump has mastered the same tactic, but to very different ends. Whereas in 2008 and 2012 President Barack Obama became the national champion of hope, Donald Trump has become the national champion of American fear. The two-thousand or so Trump supporters that filled the Cabarrus Arena were much like me. They were whiter, and older, but at their core they were regular Americans concerned about the future and their place in a rapidly changing America. The manufacturing jobs they once relied on are leaving their communities to find cheaper labor sources

A Perspective Piece By Amani Carter

abroad. The schools that once solidly reflected their communities and only their communities were suddenly looking to find new more diverse faces. Minority populations on the whole are not only growing, but they are pushing their way into cherished white spaces like the new Star Wars movie. It is natural that they would be concerned about where they fit in this new and changing America. In a political landscape without a champion to address their anxieties, Donald Trump emerged not to assuage their fears but to amplify them. He spoon fed them a scapegoat in the form of brown Americans and blamed our communities for the uncomfortable changes that have occurred over the last few decades. Thus, it is no surprise that Donald Trump is the frontrunner for the Republican nomination. Fear is as great a motivation as hope. So, as we move forward in this tumultuous presidential election season it becomes apparent to me that the only recourse for healing our nation is to be frank and honest about the fears of Americans including Trump supporters. We cannot demonize them, dehumanize them, or dismiss them as simply uneducated. Our responsibility as voters and fellow citizens is to love our neighbors, and to try to give them the same hope that we latched onto four years ago. photograps by Tommy Rhodes

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LA TE

I remembered the things my father failed to tell me, as I drifted down the Arkansas River, wondering how all the silt had disappeared. I floated with the current, thinking of how he disappeared into the background noise each time he spoke to strangers, and how my mother would accidentally anger him back into visibility.

my fingers when I am lifting something too heavy for my frame or the proper weight to put into my step so that I do not find myself unanchored on some strange river between man and woman.

Even now, I do not know where to place Perhaps if my father had lectured me on the correct length of fingernails, I would know men to be something other than discolored, chipped, fading.

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From fourth to twelfth grade, roughly four times a year I had to wear a white skirt made out of pure starch and a collared white shirt equally stiff with three buttons evenly spaced and a green cursive “W” on the right pocket. I had to wear this prisoner’s outfit probably forty times. The white skirt I bought in fourth grade when I entered into Westridge. It was immaculately pressed, pleats folded to perfection. The length appropriately went past my knees but not as far down as my ankles: I was awkward not Amish. The top of the skirt acted as a girdle. Although I did not appreciate this as a nine-year-old, my chubby middle school years were lent a helping hand as my neon braces and unflattering side bangs swooshed across my acne dotted forehead tended to distract from my bulging belly. But when the good ol’ formal white uniforms were mandatory and exposed all flaws, it was nice to know something was tucked away, literally. In high school, just on principle I refused to buy a new skirt. It had come this far, and thrift was the new Juicy Couture matching sweat suit so why not just leave the size 10 (youth) waist unbuttoned and just make a very pristine look as slobbish as possible? This uniform was the metaphor to my school. I went to Westridge School for Girls, established in 1913. The first all female school on the West Coast maintains a high prestige in the country. For apparently scientific reasons discovered on child development, the school began in fourth grade, and continued through twelfth. Like the evolution of my skirt, a Westridge girl came in with all her t’s crossed and iron skills put to work, and left a disheveled mess usually off to an Ivy League or very selective liberal arts college. However, getting into Westridge is very similar to how prospective college students feel about getting into Davidson or any other top school. There is this feeling or thought that runs through your mind that if you could just get accepted to this school everything will workout and your future will be bright. We are all probably at this point laughing to ourselves and saying, “what suckers we were.” But think back to the countless interviews you went through or have gone through since applying to college and now to jobs and internships. You have to be on. Like the interviewer cannot see what a sarcastic and hot mess you are because according to your resume, you are basically Malia Obama. Well, that is not necessarily how my Westridge interview turned out. As a third grader, I visited Westridge’s iconic craftsman Green and Green buildings and was awestruck by how cool and collected all the girls seemed. I wanted to be like all of them. I went into my interview with the headmaster of the lower school, a button up woman who meant all business and was not there to be your friend. She asked the group to go around and give one adjective to describe themselves. My less creative peers said the usual, “athletic,” “creative,” “imaginative,” all things their parents told them to say. So I knew I had to jump off the page, and act fast. I thought, “What are people always calling me?” “Couch Potato.” “Pardon me, what?” “Yes, I am always being called a Couch Potato.” Let’s just say it was one of those times when I lost the battle but ended up winning the war much, much longer down the road. I luckily got into Westridge by the skin of my teeth and the legacy status given to me by my sister’s already stellar presence in the grade above me. This failure of an interview was just another note of disappointment for my parents as they were already desperately searching for material to brag about to other parents who seemed to have prodigies as children. But let me just interject, when I would be forced to have playdates with a boy named Cameron who was supposed to be a math genius, he had to go to the hospital for snorting a worm, so was I really all that bad in comparison? My lack of etiquette in an interview should really be blamed on my parents. If you call someone stupid enough times, they will begin to believe it. My predicament was no different. Honestly, I think there was a part of my parents that was just thankful that I didn’t say “entrepreneur” because I charged kids in Kindergarten to play with me.

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We’re all gifted one angel right?

The perfect person, our other half, our soulmate. The one. The person in whom we lose ourselves, who reflects who we want to be, who guides us to places we’ve never been. The one with whom we discover things about ourselves we never knew.

Well, what happens when we finally meet our angel? Ideally, life becomes idyllic as we walk off into the sunset at the end of our own romance movie.

We’re also who we are. We have our flaws, defining characteristics, our own way of doing things.

So what happens when your angel doesn’t accept who you are? What then? If you win love by finding your angel and spending the rest of your life with them, Then don’t you lose love if you find your angel and you don’t ride off into the sunset together? If success is getting that final yes, Isn’t failure being told no? When every night spent without them by your side is simply failure, What do you do?

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Ask Alyssa: “Real” Answers to Real Questions: * Alyssa is not responsible for sny negetive outcomes that result from taking this advice

Dear Alyssa,

Hooking up with my first bi girl and I’m a little worried about the muffin dive. I’m concerned that the girls she’s hooked up with will be better then me. Do I take the plunge or should I hold back? Sincerely, Dazed and Confused

Dear Dazed and Confused, Although I’m not an expert in dealing with the sexual tensions that may arise within a bisexual rendezvous, I am extremely cliterate (well versed in the methods and gradations of the clitoris). If you don’t know what the clitoris is, please email me literally rn. Before I unveil the mysterious ways of your lover’s lady bits, I strongly suggest you never use the term “muffin dive” ever ever again. If you really want a fancy term, my personal favorites are: meeting a cunning linguist, kneeling at the alter, going to the sprinkle room, or visiting Lawrence of a Labia. I digress. To answer your question directly, no, you should not hold back. The

only thing worse than subpar oral sex is no oral sex. To be straight with you (lol), her other female partners are most likely more skilled than you. What many people don’t realize is that no two vaginas are the same. It follows that any tips and tricks you learn from one girl might be useless on the next. For this reason, fake it until you make it. By moving your tongue every which way, you’re bound to do something that she likes. Simply experiment with different movements until her land down under is feeling the thunder. <3 Alyssa

A Word on Religious Fanaticism: The Witch Movie Review by Claire Heartfield

Reminiscent of M. Night Shyamalan’s The Village, Robert Eggers’s recent movie The Witch redefines in a feat of terrifying cinematography the idea of seclusion. The film centers on a family rejected from their social circle for reasons unknown to live alone in the wilderness. The extensive and haunting woods near the family’s isolated home hosts a thief of babies, howling nightmares, and disorienting magic. The scenes are beautifully constructed and artistically rendered. Eggers shakes his audience’s mental stability as he manipulates disturbing family dynamics, elucidates the horrors of religion, and shows in grotesque detail how both can be multiplied in isolation. The supernatural aspect of the film is dimmed until the ending scenes, which provide a satsifyingly stomachchurning finale. If you are in the mood for stunning cinematography, suspense in exceedingly high doses, and a gruesome supernatural fear fest, go see Robert Eggers’s Witch. LIBERTAS, V o l . 2 2 , N o . 7

A Dialogue on The Life of Pablo

On the night of Monday, March 7th Davidson’s own Resident Kanye Correspondents listened to the entirety of

Ed. -Legend for the Average Davidison

Kanye West’s The Life of Pablo, this is their transcript Student: Laura Searles: ard leskeddit what if my tidal trial ran out rn “Ye” refers to Kanye West/Yeezy/ Yeezus. Recommended: Listen While Reading Madison Santos: should’ve been a line on freestyle 4 TRACK 08: “FREESTYLE 4” LS: so much content wow LS: ok freestyle 4 is terrifying in like the MS: you might have to do it deaf best way mos deaf i played this at summit n brooke made me LS: ^^low hanging fruit turn it off cause she was literally afraid MS: gotta put as much content out there as possible MS: but yeah leskeddit i think honestly one of my favorite lines from LS: word starting ULB rn the album is “what if we fucked at the vogue TRACK 01: “ULTRA LIGHT BEAM party? would we be the life of the whole parMS: ty?” i went into the MSG premier pretty much just thinkit reminds of that tweet about Wreck It Ralph ing about the tweet about this being a Gospel album being like the fashion industry then that “This is a God dream” line hit... LS: i go back and forth and this chance verse every the beat drop right after!!!! time I CAN I CAN I CAN SEE IT NOW LS: MS: “pray for the parents” lmao kanyes having so much it’s scary almost like that horror movie trouble w north .... like now we know why he tweetscreaming on I Am A God ed so much about in-app purchases on kids games TRACK 09: “I LOVE KANYE” he literally couldn’t afford them I Love Kanye best interlude possible into chance verse is like good until he mentions arthur part two of the album LS like we get it ur a #90sKid Kanye is the most self-aware artist on the “hands up we just doin what the cops taught MS: planet us” GATDAMN i pretty much try to mute that line every time LS “name one genius who isnt crazy” TALK THAT that and annotating his own work on genius is a “i love kanye” is an open letter to all the swalittle too relatable for me. he’s got a Youth Group TALK MAN gless babies who disrespect ye “driving in the same ERR!” always makes me leader vibe I just can’t get behind its like “last call” pt 2 think of his signature head jerk his rhythm after “Glory be to God” though fits that MS remember in the gold digger video back beat perfectly of the 5 drum machine hits and when i hear people honestly say “i miss the TRACK 06: “LOW LIGHTS” gets me every time old kanye” i automatically hit that unfriend butMS i think this might be my favorite intro track to a ton but IRL want to skip the low lights interlude? kanye album, i go back and forth with this and Dark TRACK 10: “WAVES” LS Fantasy for sure MS: i will say chris brown is an odd touch no skips then going into FSMH1, this first half is the perfect LS: we gotta do this right morning album ya he had like a lot of options MS TRACKs 02/3: “FATHER STRETCH MY HANDS PTS 1 & 2” Chris brown turns every song into a top 40 this is a pretty good turning point in the first LS hit half of the album IF YOUNG METRO DONT TRUST U IM GON REPORT U TO which isn’t a bad thing THE HONOR COUNCIL MS: yo the “if i fuck this model” opening so perfect right LS ya this is like preamble for sad ye i can imagine kanye calling in young thug after “this is a god dream” he’s honestly so misunderstood to scream during the first half of the song but MS: imagine the conversation asking kid cudi to if someone would’ve told me a year ago that i MS going from the fuckery of famous and the op- come to the studio to hum along with the beat would’ve liked kid cud saying “you’re the sun in my this is where the second half turns into a morning babe” i would’ve done some back to the fu- timism to a little more introspection but i do see the album as a double LP in some night album ture shit to stop it but now i can’t escape it i love it LS i want to think that kanye rolled his eyes and ways the first side from ULB to Freestyle 4 and then that cudi hum we all kno and love scoffed before he said “i don’t even wanna talk about the second side Waves to Fade MS it” it’s almost two different albums (The Life of it starts out talking about sunshine and shit i think the people living under me hate me because Pablo and Waves as it almost was) and then ends up flowing into the night, where i’ve stomped to the intro of FSMH2 for weeks now FML is about to take us LS: desiigner deserves a Grammy just for making LS ya def it’s crazy how many places this album TRACK 11: “FML” “black xx” sound like “legacy” goes my favorite song on the album tbh MS: desiigner: “new future who dis” like when u finish the album u literally can’t LS LS: remember how it started n so u listen to it again THE WEEKND WEARS A WIG THATS NOT HIS the samples are so vintage ye MS MS REAL HAIR honestly i loved this snl performance, just MS i love how the song changes 5 times in the course of 2 minutes kanye awkwardly autotuning himself on nationi think kanye put a lot more work into the TRACK 04: “FAMOUS” al tv first half of the album and a lot of the second MS: plus he just gets to make fun of rap in a way half was rushed, but honestly the songs on ALL MY T SWIFTHEADS WHERE YOU AT i think is so much better than kendrick’s “back this second half are way too good as individual i feel like swizz beats just invites himself to all these seat freestyle” in the first verse (“only problem songs things and kanye can’t say no bc swizz has no one else to is i’m rich”) kanye has kind of evaded talking about drugs hang with he’s such a dad now i love it talking about beat- for a long time except for talking about his LS ing up coaches Swizz Beats ad libs so essential tho eyes being red or someone else taking molly GATDAMN AND THAT GIRL AIN’T EVEN RELIGIOUS is but here he talks about his anti-anxiety meds TALK THAT TALK MAN such a highlight this song kind of hits me as a little 808sy greatest use of bum bum LS which might be why i love it so much incredible sample crazy how “sometimes i wish my dick had gothat fuck my life up line is one of the biggest MS pro” is our generation’s “the answer my friend is tear jerkers kanye has given us since that note the first few times i listened to this sister nancy blowin in the wind” that opens “Runaway” sample i thought it might be a little long but its such MS LS a highlight I need every bernie bro up in equinox ^^^RT this bum bum sample makes me smile the whole LS MS time, im telling you the first half is the best wake up had to address ray j too many people were the introspection in this half of the album is music bringing it up a little too overwhelming sometimes especially going into “feedback” MS LS TRACK 05: “FEEDBACK” freestlye 4 channels so much of that anger “they don’t wanna see me love u” @kim LS from yeezus that i loved ill really fuck up anyone who talks down on “wake up nigga wake up” is my alarm their relationship MS MS i’m glad someone did it this half seems to be all of the tragedy of someone had to do it MBDTF mixed with the minimalism of 808s 13

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TRACK 12: “Real Friends when this single dropped the week after FACTS did i knew this album would end up being GOAT LS harmony over “word on the street” part is what i play when ppl say ye cant sing MS people saying “i miss the old kanye” need to listen to this LS lmaoooo remember when “facts” came out n had us all shook smh MS we got got after the title “The Life of Pablo” got released i was really hoping that either his cousin who stole his laptop was pablo or he named his laptop pablo and it was a concept album about a journey but the whole picasso, escobar, neruda, family man, Saint Paul thing is really cool too TRACK 13: “WOLVES” LS “Ima fix wolves” bro already classic but do ur thing tho ye i trust u MS i feel weird listening to wolves rn just knowing a new version with drake and bjork is about to surface LS i dont see myself coming out of listening to that alive MS cashmere cat outdid himself with this beat tbh LS honesty fuck sia n vic mensa MS

i remember 3 years ago i saw cashmere cat in a room of like 50 people and he was sampling the “uh huh honey” from bound 2 and people were going wild now he produced for ye I’m so happy for that cute norwegian yeah it makes me pretty happy that he scrapped that sia verse and called Frank instead that corny bitches line is up there with his Hampton tirade on Black Skinhead LS “i know its corny bitches u wish u could unfollow” same I love the repetition MS this brings the album back to the gospel in a few ways, bringing the life of Saint Paul into a club atmosphere LS also comparison to joseph and mary is a+ MS the bridge in the beat is a synthesized wolf howl which is so cool, i have a wolf howl on my iTunes for some reason and it used to play after the youtube rip i had of wolves and it fucked me up TRACK 14: SILVER SURFER INTERMISSION LS ok this voicemail is lowkey the best track on the album MS this 30 second interlude has completely changed my vernacular now i make tsunamis when i draft a good tweet TRACK 16: “30 HOURS” LS the wiz khalifa chuckle 30 hours is my favorite MS waking up assessing the damages is unbelievable, that’s waking up in my room every day and then his morning routines, like dam i want kanye to make me a smoothie LS crazy how andre 3000 (3stacks) accidentally pressed uber pool on the way to record this, ran into an old friend from hs and brought her to the stu like all the crazy ppl he had in the studio during production the boul from SAY ANYTHING like wtf ye MS its also crazy that this was recorded sometime between the MSG release show (6PM Thursday) and the album release (the next day) oh shit i forgot

that’s right max bemis from Say Anything, hanging in the studio with ye LS “Andale andale eeyi eeyi uh oh” is my favorite line I think nelly heads where u at MS “i called her on the phone and she touched herself” (from Say Anything) honestly should be a sample LS that’s probably what they were working on MS this 2 minute ramble with my other all time fav hip hop (3 stacks) artist in the background is amazing i can’t remember has ye and andre ever collab’d before? LS idts actually the move is to play 30 hours in the club and see how many ppl check their phones when ye’s rings on the track MS you beat me to saying that LaS lmao MS once we finally get to do our DJ set at Connor House we’re definitely putting this on to everyone whip out their phones at once Connor House social chair if you’re reading this, give me and laura priority to DJ a frolics party TRACK 17: “NO MORE PARTIES IN LA” LS no more parties at KA please baby no more parties at KA MS NMPiLA the best kendrick verse in 5ish years it sounds like he’s rapping like he wants to but who knows really this 4 minute or so kanye verse over a madlib beat is everything i’ve ever wanted i’d also like to think that instead of driving on mulholland drive he’s just watching David Lynch’s “Mulholland Drive” that line about the psychiatrist’s kid is way too potent. in just a few songs he drops his medication, his psychiatrist and all his anxieties LS some days im in my yeezys some days im in my DAMN DANIELs MS -some days i’m in my yeezy’s some days i’m in my “DAMN DANIEL BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE WHITE” vansoh shit LS hahahahahahaha MS kanye gave us robocop on 808s then he gave us the phrase “turbo thot” LS i feel like Pablo when im working on my tweets/i feel like pablo when they fav em or rt laptop THEEF callback MS i’ve been meaning to upload a picture of me digging a screwdriver into my vans saying “I feel like pablo when i’m working on my shoes” honestly all i want is to hear more about his cousin and his laptop TRACK 18: FACTS i accept it but i still wish it didn’t happen LS the fact that ye like absolutely didn’t have to put this on the album but still did is why i love it MS a few good things came out of it that DJ Mustard line and the redemption from that Bill Cosby tweet i do wish that All Day was in place of this song on the album it’d be a great transition into Fade LS the *FACTS, more like, haha lol just having fun here folks MS Do anybody feel bad for Bill Cosby? Did he forget the names just like Steve Harvey? idk what you make of it but i see it as him talking negatively about bill cosby like the answers are “No one feels bad” because “he forgot the names” and this song came before that bill cosby

tweet LS: i honestly think he’s just like all of us, putting out constant content re: current events until one sticks TRACK 19: “FADE” Fade is easily my second favorite song such a banger MS: Fade is my second fav LS: gatdamn MS: damn its tied with best kanye outro with who will survive in america LS: this and ultralight beam were my faves to see in the theater that bass on those speakers MS i mean this song for some reason just makes me want to go to a party in a warehouse in like a shipyard LS: yeah this song makes me wanna get hep C MS i think its also really similar to the bass in no church in the wild also that post malone verse is going to age so well, it’s already an immediate classic LSs: and like kanye n all his friends just going hard af when it was playing post Malone verse is classic i admit LS good timing too cause everyone found out about him like yesterday even tho white iverson came out 2 years ago MS we even get a little clapping near the end of the track like who will survive dam its over already i swear with a new kanye album killing an hour is just too easy LS wow the way it ends is so diff from how it started n u just wanna listen to it again MS yeah i mean its pretty much time for me to smash the replay button can’t wait to do this again for TurboGrafx16 LS honestly, if all of u reading this didnt just smash that gdmf replay button lmk irl so i can cut u out of my life MS word honestly but also if you see us anywhere too all we talk about is this album if you want to talk more but don’t give me any of that “i miss the old kanye” shit or talk about that arthur line those are my two criteria also just send us all your hate tweets on twitter dot com kanye correspondent @skuhwid out LS @laursearles on twitter follow me bitch

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