Senate OKs Measure Related to Rape Claim
Prohibits Defense Department from Contracting with Companies that Require Arbitration from Employees
Thirty republicans voted against this. Does anyone know how to access the voting records on this bill?
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Short Story
It's four o'clock. I watch him over my gradebook. In the distance, "The Candy Man" tinkles down the street.
"Ice cream." I grin.
The kid smiles weakly.
"Nothing says 'sex' like the ice cream truck," he says. He returns to his work.
"Ice cream." I grin.
The kid smiles weakly.
"Nothing says 'sex' like the ice cream truck," he says. He returns to his work.
Thursday, August 06, 2009
This is hour seven of the no-little-blue-/-pink-pill-day this hour moves
around a lot moves around the apartment looking all
viscous and washed out but I don’t see things like they used to see better like
pole-aroids without contrast all
contrast and no light this is a cataclysm this is a
clatachism this is a
catechism of oh-oh-merciful oh
oh-mercifical sir-or-madame can-you-please
can-you-please-call my
doctor please
call
my
doctor please
I
am much
too
old for
this
bitch please
fuck
bitch fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
around a lot moves around the apartment looking all
viscous and washed out but I don’t see things like they used to see better like
pole-aroids without contrast all
contrast and no light this is a cataclysm this is a
clatachism this is a
catechism of oh-oh-merciful oh
oh-mercifical sir-or-madame can-you-please
can-you-please-call my
doctor please
call
my
doctor please
I
am much
too
old for
this
bitch please
fuck
bitch fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Monday, August 03, 2009
My character takes down from a nest of baby birds. I feel nervous. I want to put it back. I want to put it back but it’s too late. Is it wrong to take down from somebody’s baby’s bed? Is it bad if your character does it? Is- it- morally- reprehensible-, even if they aren’t really baby birds? If they’re digital? Baby ones-and-zeroes? One-and-zero-down? And if I didn’t know that was what I was doing?
My digital childhood-friend-of-the-opposite-sex thinks so. I thought it was treasure and I didn’t know but she is very disappointed in me. I feel bad about the down. I feel bad about the girl.
When I die, can I still return to my digital planet? If I die to? If I die protecting them, all the little ones-and-zeroes of the world?
Mr Kitase?
My digital childhood-friend-of-the-opposite-sex thinks so. I thought it was treasure and I didn’t know but she is very disappointed in me. I feel bad about the down. I feel bad about the girl.
When I die, can I still return to my digital planet? If I die to? If I die protecting them, all the little ones-and-zeroes of the world?
Mr Kitase?
Sunday, July 26, 2009
alice blue lives
alice blue nine is up. you should read it. it is very very good. and it's entirely my fault that it wasn't up, like, a year ago.
go read alice blue
go read alice blue
Thursday, December 06, 2007
12-6
Happy happy go-go time
I wear a green-apple-belt with sparklies to match my hair and feel embarrassed because it doesn’t make me happy the way I thought it would and nothing does so I eat candy and get fat and think about horse-theft and babies. I think, I want to hug a Totoro without appropriating. I put on a baseball cap and play video games and forget I’m not Kei Makino trying to reach the road to wherever-the-fuck and take six antacids and stop because I’m frustrated. I don’t know how to kill zombies without my gun and I’m a priest and I’m beautiful. There is a young nun waiting for me. And she’s super-hot and I wish the super-hot-young-nun were here and slowly regret women I haven’t slept with one-by-one. I plan out how to steal a horse get knocked up and sell imagined security and know-how to American tourists in Mexico. I am tired. I go sit in the shower.
I wear a green-apple-belt with sparklies to match my hair and feel embarrassed because it doesn’t make me happy the way I thought it would and nothing does so I eat candy and get fat and think about horse-theft and babies. I think, I want to hug a Totoro without appropriating. I put on a baseball cap and play video games and forget I’m not Kei Makino trying to reach the road to wherever-the-fuck and take six antacids and stop because I’m frustrated. I don’t know how to kill zombies without my gun and I’m a priest and I’m beautiful. There is a young nun waiting for me. And she’s super-hot and I wish the super-hot-young-nun were here and slowly regret women I haven’t slept with one-by-one. I plan out how to steal a horse get knocked up and sell imagined security and know-how to American tourists in Mexico. I am tired. I go sit in the shower.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
12-5
Somewhere there is a kitten. In the rain. In a bucket. Its eyes still closed. Covered in membrane.
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The kitten text messages David: Happy Hanukkah, she says. Mozel Tov, or something, he says.
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The kitten used to be big. It shrank. The bucket has filled with water. In the bottom, the kitten—all dried out.
___________________
The kitten’s fur falls out. It rises in clumps. Floats along the surface. Slips to the sides.
___________________
The bucket is white. The fur is gray. It’s almost dark. It’s almost beautiful.
___________________
If there’s a sunset, the kitten can’t see it.
___________________
The kitten text messages David: Happy Hanukkah, she says. Mozel Tov, or something, he says.
___________________
The kitten used to be big. It shrank. The bucket has filled with water. In the bottom, the kitten—all dried out.
___________________
The kitten’s fur falls out. It rises in clumps. Floats along the surface. Slips to the sides.
___________________
The bucket is white. The fur is gray. It’s almost dark. It’s almost beautiful.
___________________
If there’s a sunset, the kitten can’t see it.
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