At least then I'll be in a no-bind cell. They have bed linens and sinks. We can produce eye-shadow and tattoos.
Public values have been my ball and chain of all the avenues the polls could have taken.
But the old system, a skeleton, is my Public Home. Every iron bar a month's living rent.
Donna, incarcerated
Phyllis, embedded
Chama, amica
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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