Hana Shafi | Issue 32
it is a rite of passage to mix every slushie flavour / into one sugary smorgasbord of ice cold slush
gasoline
it is a rite of passage to mix every slushie flavour into one sugary smorgasbord of ice cold slush to pretend that popeyes candy sticks are cigarettes and that rockets are ecstasy we put air in our tires at the bicycle pump we once liked the smell of gasoline we thought oil slicks on the tarmac were beautiful gas stations see more diversity …