she acts like we never have met

AIM IM between BDylan31 and jrecords_aliciakeys - 11:51 AM

BDylan31: r u going to buy my album?
jrecords_aliciakeys: who is this?
jrecords_aliciakeys: oh, i see. um...
BDylan31: im going to eat a sandwich
jrecords_aliciakeys: i'll get a copy
jrecords_aliciakeys: i don't buy records anymore
jrecords_aliciakeys: no time for shopping!
BDylan31: records dont sound good anyway
jrecords_aliciakeys: i know what u mean sometimes
jrecords_aliciakeys: what kind of sandwich you eatin'
BDylan31: no food in my house
BDylan31: borrowed bread from charley patton
BDylan31: charley patton dont bake no more
BDylan31: said can i borrow yr bread
BDylan31: he said how much i said a sandwich
BDylan31: he said one slice or four
jrecords_aliciakeys: yeah
BDylan31: thats true some of the time
jrecords_aliciakeys: who's charley patton?
BDylan31: just a guy
BDylan31: are you alone?
jrecords_aliciakeys: i'm on tour
jrecords_aliciakeys: you know
jrecords_aliciakeys: surrounded by people
jrecords_aliciakeys: but also alone =(
BDylan31: yr pretty
jrecords_aliciakeys: blushing!!!!
BDylan31: we should tour together
jrecords_aliciakeys: yeah
BDylan31: you like tourin?
jrecords_aliciakeys: its aight
jrecords_aliciakeys: = alright
BDylan31: my daddy was a tourin man
jrecords_aliciakeys: he was?
BDylan31: he was always on the road
jrecords_aliciakeys: my dad wuz Jamaican
BDylan31: my daddy was a tourin man
BDylan31: always on the road
jrecords_aliciakeys: must have been hard
BDylan31: momma never liked him none
BDylan31: she jus bit her tongue and sewed
BDylan31: he sold suitcase soap and lemonade
BDylan31: lost ten bucks for every sale
jrecords_aliciakeys: oh
BDylan31: he sold suitcase soap and lemonade
BDylan31: lost ten bucks for every sale
jrecords_aliciakeys: too funny
BDylan31: one day he came home
BDylan31: said i sold my way to jail
jrecords_aliciakeys: brb

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HAIKU DIVISION
(Cleopatra M., Louisiana)

Gossamer feelings
Nasal voice like droning bees
Forward Joementum

BEAT DIVISION
(excerpt)
(Peter C., Ohio)

I saw the melted road to the future and the approaching tongue of the redwhiteblue leader,
who kissed my cheek before the crowd, who dripped approval on me in the marble Capitol,
who studied coke and booze in universities and flew American skies til war's end,
who read books to babies under burning towers asking men to bring it on,
who choked on war and preztels, joked on newspaper menwomen, smoked out of spider holes hairy-faced men in sand countries...

IMAGIST DIVISION
(Rober P., San Diego)

this is just to say

i have voted
for ned lamont
who was in
the primary

and who
you were probably
hoping
to defeat

Forgive me
he was so democratic
anti-war
and not you

kidz corner

Today's entry consists of submissions from some of our younger readers.

Q: Knock knock.
A: Who's there?
Q: Interrupting Mel Gibson.
A: Interrupting Mel Gibs...
Q: JEWWWWWWWW!!!!

(Darren L., 9 years old, Anti Defamation League Childcare Center, New York)

Q: Why was the Israeli chef mean?
A: Because he beat the eggs, whipped the cream, and dropped bombs on innocent civilians.

(Ali F., 7 years old, Gaza)

PARTISAN PLAYHOUSE!
Some of our young readers get help from their parents or teachers!

Q: Why did Joe Lieberman cross the road?
A: To get to the RNC headquarters.

(James O., 6 years old, DNC Daycare Facility, Washington, D.C.)

Q: Knock knock.
A: Who's there?
Q: The devil.
A: The devil who?
Q: Hillary Clinton.

(Matt W., 6 years old, Republican Preschool Program, Washington, D.C.)

Q: How many Ralph Naders does it take to screw in a lightbulb?
A: None! Ralph Nader rarely has to change his lightbulbs because he uses energy efficient compact fluorescents.

(Walden J., 12 years old, Green Party Young Minds Thinkcenter, Vermont)

Two bedsheets walk into a bar near Guantanamo Bay. The bartender says "We don't serve your kind in here" and points to a sign that says "No Bedsheets Allowed." The sheets leave and one says to the other, "I guess we're not going to have any drinks." The other says, "I have a plan."

He tears himself into long thin strips and enters a cell in Camp X-Ray. There, he fashions the pieces of himself into a makeshift rope and ties himself into a noose. Then he wraps himself around the neck of a prisoner who was never formally charged with a crime but had been held there for years without access to a lawyer. The sheet chokes the life out of the prisoner until he is dead.

A guard walks by the cell and sees the man hanging by his neck. The guard says, "Wasn't there a prisoner living in here, and shouldn't he have been protected from torture by the Geneva Conventions"? And the sheet says "I'm a frayed knot."

(Tommy B., 14 years old, ACLU Afterschool Program, Washington, D.C.)