Too many lies in this frozen
world. And too few destined
mergers of the heart.
I DO BELIEVE THAT
So why, after class,
when I spy Kyle at
the far end of the corridor,
does my heart quicken?
Why do I feel like I can
barely catch my breath
(and it has nothing to do
with my asthma)?
Why does a glimpse
of his crooked smile
threaten to melt the ice
dam encircling my heart?
Why do I even halfway
buy into the ridiculous
idea of a remote
possibility of love?
NEVADA APPEAL
CARSON CITY.—Former Pink Pussycat madam Robyn Rosselli moved one step closer to the Nevada state legislature today when her opponent, Greg Cappelini, dropped out of the race.
Cappelini’s ties to the nuclear power industry have plagued him since tentative plans to go forward with the Yucca Mountain project were recently revealed.
“At least I’m an ex-whore,” joked Rosselli. “But seriously, if Nevada voters place their faith in me, they can be assured that I will do everything in my power to kill Yucca Mountain once and for all.”
Rosselli worked at the Pink Pussycat for fifteen years, before returning to college to earn her BA in political science. “Running a ranch is all about politics,” she said. “Courting voters isn’t much different than courting johns.”
Rosselli, who has admitted a youthful flirtation with crystal meth, was a vocal supporter of the new requirement for legal prostitutes to pass regular drug tests.
Cappelini was not available for comment.
Hunter
NEVADA DAY
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