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Dear Youth Late nights, early mornings

Magazine deadline Dear youth What Youth
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Slept here last night…well, Scott did, if you call that sleep. And he looks good today! We just battled each demonic hurdle this latest deadline threw at us. Wielding swords of wine bottles and coffee, we are officially finished. We can throw away (and hide) all the Del Taco bags, beer cans, coffee cups and clutter and act like it never happened, because all that matters now is getting the pages in your hands, because What Youth Issue 8 is now officially a thing, being crafted and covered in real inks for your coffee table now.

Tomorrow we’re back with Jeremy Asher Lynch’s incredible piece: Church of Type and after that we have a some really exciting shit to tell you about too. Ever heard of The Storm before the Storm? Well, beware, it’s coming.

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Dear Youth The fun that leads to sleep paralysis

“Never trust a thought that didn’t come from walking.” That’s a quote by an old madman by the name of Friedrich Nietzsche. He’s an existential pioneer and had one hell of a dark passenger throughout his life. But the man sure did drop some wisdom while he was here. I bring this up as a bit…

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Dear Youth A Treatise on Art and Coffee

Coffee is a drug. That’s masked by ubiquity and social acceptance but it’s just hot speed. Black hot wonderful speed. That thought lingered last Saturday morning as a nice young man in a waxed-cotton apron and mustache — and not a November mustache, but a real annual subscription to the thing — fixed my Guatemalan…

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