Only the fire of your anger will melt this ice apocalypse.
Break the bones of your enemies as a sacrifice to usher in spring.
Recruit a doppelganger for the month with an offering of cherry blossoms. Just remember whose reflection is staring back at you when you peer into the bathroom mirror in Murray Library.
Resign yourself to your fate. Your cells have revolted against apoptosis. You are now immortalized. Vive la révolution!
You sweet summer child.
The wind of spring will blow through the Bowl to gently kiss your ear lobe.
The scales will never be balanced. They demand a blood sacrifice.
In disguises no one knows, the campus is pulled towards your deep gravitational influence. Black hole sun, won’t you come?
No one invites centaurs to Spring Fling, you freak.
Wouldst thou like the taste of butter? A pretty dress? Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?
They say the Pacific has no memory. Beware the siren song of homeopathy.
“Hypoxia, or oxygen depletion, is an environmental phenomenon where the concentration of dissolved oxygen in the water column decreases to a level that can no longer support living aquatic organisms.”