spin the shooter. he can't be human. we cannot be like him. he is conviction without restraint. he is proportionate, at the most. the weapons are still weapons. he will torture everything. his family is disappointed. if he can't reform he is without meaning. he gave up his home, career, wife and family for conviction. Despite this,he is still wrong. He is still lost. He is not what i will be. Trust me.

Debate History: Patty Duke Episode

The Patty Duke Show- Patty The Chatterbox.

The Winter Sticks

Its now February and my heart is in a few scattered places. One piece is definitely here where I sit; a dark living room at 6:45 in the morning, wondering how well she sleeps. She is beyond patient. Another piece is with my family and particularly my father, whose loving voice bleeds into my thoughts. He is well by all accounts but i miss him. He worries for me. Beside him is my mother. She is feeling the days pass, not merely witnessing, and it frightens her. My sister and niece are gaining momentum. They move along together. My friends in Emporia keep a piece of me, as they hasten their departure. They are not lost but they believe they are.

The winter has been harsh. It has brought with it trouble the likes of which i have not dealt with before. It is not a crushing defeat, but its not easy either. So for the first time I dream of the April sun to mark another year not dead and the possibility that my heart, strewn across the state of Kansas, is no less whole in their hands.

debate

A lot of people I know say they are addicted to debate. Either they are financially, nostalgically, socially, competitively, or otherwise addicted to some degree. I too have always thought of debate as an addiction. More like a pattern of addiction. It kicks me. I kick it. Tried reading poetry out loud to people as a kind of methadone treatment. It wasn't the same at all. Poems are not good arguments. They are pretty and moving, but not good arguments most of the time. There is a difference between beautiful and correct. Its just boring. So i came back to debate again and to finish an unfinished job. To live life with debate until i am spent, confused, bored, disenchanted, losing all the time, unhealthy or dead. And along those lines, I’ve always envisioned my last moments with debate as an overdose. But man will that last hit feel good. The best. I can’t wait.

sex tips from the town whore

Dear Lucy,

My boyfriend often wants to have sex in the doggish style position. Does this mean he doesn't like the way my face looks? Also, is barking apart of? because he does that.

Thanks,

Fredonia Black

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Freddy,

All positions require barking. I'm not sure what you mean by doggish style. I'm guessing you mean when they just leave afterwords like dogs do. Use peanut-butter. it works for both species. The face doesn't really matter, because they're going to spit and punch it eventually anyway. this is just how sex works.

good luck

Lucy

It seems appropriate that the gallery chuckled. Amidst a confrontation, the hard hearts in observation work through their own hesitation to speak. Whether they be sampling a strain in affection or a plain chord split within anger in themselves, they want not to cripple their tongues, but be limp at will, be held and still, and dynamic so that our option to rest persists. All while he shuns, i spin, and cry out to the gallery to take arms against me for him, the poor soul. I poorer still.

"i'm only crying because i do not have any good stories of him", she said weeping at a funeral.