This is the second installment in our ongoing mystery series. In the first installment of Nowhere, three friends, Hannah, Cade, and Levi walk across a frozen lake Mendota in the middle of the night.
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Gov. Walker plans to move ‘Welcome To Wisconsin’ signs one yard south every day until Illinois catches on
In a stunning move that has gained overwhelming bipartisan support, Gov. Scott Walker has confirmed his intent to move the state’s southernmost “Welcome to Wisconsin” signs gradually south until Illinois becomes aware of it.
Mathew Leedom, an engineer at the Wisconsin General Electric factory, developed a fully-functional bubbling drinking fountain Monday night, giving validity to the well-known “bubbler,” a slang term used to describe the hydrating machine.A 15-year veteran with GE, Leedom decided to develop the blueprint for the machine after a debate with an out-of-state coworker about the proper name for the device.
President Donald Trump’s new executive order was applauded by anti-life advocates as an effective means by which to end all life on earth by 2050.
when i kissed a boy with your same name:1.cigarettes hung on my clothesand the scent of lilacs lingered in my pores2.deception on my lipsbut I can still remember the blood on your hands3.your fingernails raked across the surface of my brainand my mind screamed a chorus of no’s4.we warmed each other with our bodiesbut your name still feels like ice on my tongue
Do not worry about the girl wholeft and walked forever,she is taking space for herself.The world is round,she’ll be back.
*Before I start this article, I want to begin with a consent caveat. Everything discussed in this article is clearly pointing to all sexual activities between consenting partners.
This the first installment of a new mysterious story that will be released in multiple parts over the remainder of the semester.
Over a week after the 89th Academy Awards, The Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences released a statement saying it is “confident” that Russia is to blame for the Best Picture mix-up that shocked the world.
The impending repeal of the Affordable Care Act, known colloquially as Obamacare, was largely cited by critics as having the potential to harshly impact the sectors of the American population who would not otherwise be covered by health insurance.
WASHINGTON—It was a rough week for Democratic congressmen. Republicans revealed the promised healthcare alternative to the Affordable Care Act, which as anticipated will cost millions of Americans their insurance coverage, while deportations of illegal immigrants continued across the U.S.
For the first time since I started Sex With Syd, I am writing on a topic that was requested by peers.
Mifflin Street has been closed to the public and largely sealed off from reporters and press after a group of juvenile silverback gorillas escaped containment at the controversial Harlow Center for Biological Psychology—more commonly known as the Primate Lab—and utterly trashed the rental properties on Mifflin Street a full two months before tradition dictated they be trashed during the Mifflin Street Block Party.“We were not aware of the presence of these gorillas on our campus,” an assistant dean of the Psychology Department said.
SAN DIEGO—The streets of San Diego were teeming last weekend as attorneys from across the country united behind a valuable cause: the rock band U2’s upcoming album, How to Reassemble an Atomic Bomb.
WASHINGTON—A small breach in White House cybersecurity revealed that President Trump has been receiving his daily security and intelligence briefs in the form of Buzzfeed-style lists.
There’s no place like homeAnd I can’t click my heels together anymore so I’ll lock the door on my way out Watching the sky turn color still makes me melt The smell of your hair reminds me of coffee in the morning Theres no place like home The windows of your mind have bars now And you don’t let the wind blow through the house I’ll lock the door on my way outI remember when your eyes still reflected in mineBut you le(f)t the sun set too early Theres no place like home “Leaving your light on is like throwing money down the drain.”- I watched you tear the spark from the wall I’ll lock the door on my way out The house is cold now And the lightbulbs are shattered There’s no place like home I promise I’ll lock the door on my way out
you tore through me, silk house withmeticulously sewed outlets in my wallspromptly ripped out, delivering no electric shock.i was a glitchy home, you seemed to think,yet you made the effort to stitch your nameinto hard-to-reach spaces until the translucentbaseboards were cluttered with it, over and over.the fireplace doesn’t work, it only suggestsa space that should be for fire.you’ll live in better places (i was transitional),but still, there was the time you satin wonder on the stained living room couch,my gauzy windows letting througha handful of rainbow, and watchedits ghost pass over the walls.
It was a carousel, singular and safe.Catching balls and blind,It’s middle-ground:This grass is a highway billboard,prying its corporate teethinto the branded of maggots.It’s a gross pasture of slabs andbreast-fed bed bugs milking from thecraven nipples of those who sleepwith metal eyes and slaved toes.I’d rather reign inside, undermahogany crowns, and crying fires,like a half-formed memory,because only I understand I.This grass can’t understand the known.This grass I trudge on is blue,Lightnin’ and Waters.
A White woman I’d never seen accused meOf stealing her son’s walletWhile it was in his hand.I laughed it off with the simple confidenceOf having habitually survived trauma.But that night I had a dreamThat my lightest-skinned cousin,the one who used to deny he is Mexican,Was stabbing me in my gut with a knife.I bled white blood like guilt.My body was a colorless flagToo thin to do anything but surrender. The man I am in love with is White.He once asked me if I was “into”White men.
The cleaning lady works like clockwork,fume mask, no gloves.She cleans the silent,already spotless, dentist office without music,Islam ti duro, Islam has come to stay ,she would sing to herself.She does not look like her boss.Her boss does not look at her,just leaves her a check next to family photosand tells her not to turn on all of the lights.Look at her hands.See how the Pinesol, the Windex, the Clorox,the cleaning of white people’s shit has aged them.The cleaning lady’s hands are sandpaper, steel wool, diamonds;can remove paint from wall, air from sky,blood from anything.Her husband does not hold her hand.I used to go with the cleaning lady to diffuse the silence;my naive, wide eyes squinted with cleaning fumes,small hands cleaned corners thoroughly.Mommy’s helper, they called me,and watched me grow from cleaning mirrorsto vacuuming the hallway.I once asked her why we don’t go to this dentist office,she said we couldn’t afford it.The cleaning lady has been cleaning the same dentist office for over 20 years,waxed belly and waxed floors,it is already in me: back problems and no eye contact. I am half rag and half obedience.I would make a good wife.Hands rough and calloused from the right way of scrubbing a bathtub,or scrubbing grout from tile, or hand washing blood from anything,no one wants to hold my hand.