Help Prevent Anti-Social Behaviour With Art

Strength and dignity are her clothing...

Proverbs 31:25

Author's Note: I have been enjoined from sharing the details of my true romance adventure until such time that the other party is prepared to present her perspective on the affair arrangement...

Four days after I arrived in Poland, the largely Catholic country was celebrating Corpus Christi, complete with solemn processions down the street. Three days later I had made a solemn vow that if given the chance to express it, I would show love to a woman I had only just met.

I had come to Europe to document people practicing naturism. Preliminary arrangements had been made to meet with an Egyptian nudist visiting the Continent and there was some kind of Pan-European gathering scheduled to take place in Croatia. I had arranged for an assistant to come along with me to help with anything I needed, but when her passport was stolen the night before we were supposed to leave, my plans went awry. I decided on something less ambitious. I would visit a naturist sauna in the city of Bielsko-Biala, Poland which I had just found on the internet. When I got there, I met Margo.

Though I was born in Europe, I had been brought up from a young age in America, living in states as diverse as Nebraska, Ohio and Connecticut. I was taught American values and saw reality from an American perspective. She was born and raised in a village in Poland. She went to work in the nearest town. The nearest city seemed like the center of the world. The American perspective was not something she was ever planning to see.

Margo and I spent over 40 days on the road. We started out as basically strangers, but in those 40 days we started listening to each other. We started teaching ourselves how to cooperate. Our journey across Europe may have ended, but our journey towards each other continues. No amount of fear, anger, sadness, disgust or anticipation can stop hope. Slowly but surely, we're learning how to beat the devils that abuse us.

One of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe. — 6,000 miles across Europe with a complete stranger
**Day 2**
7/21/2011
⚖ 1༛♊²⁵/₂₄♀
FKK-Verein Donaustadt
Vienna, Austria
THE DISAPPEARING WOMAN, THE DISAPPEARING MAN...
a collection of modern art prints and posters
During our trip across Europe, Margo very bravely opened up to me and to the camera. It was a difficult thing to do considering the scars that she carries. I wanted to share with the world her often joyful, often sad, often angry but always liberating experience except that the Internet is full of pictures of naked women and men and full of trolls who abuse them.
I realized that what I really need to point out is not the openness that Margo and I cultivated between ourselves, but the darkness that continues to surround us. When I censor nudity, I do so in a way that does not compromise the integrity of the human body. In censoring the photographs that Margo and I took during our trip, I was quick to notice that in those pictures where Margo was at her most open, at her most unguarded and most relaxed, in a word, when she was herself and basking in the sun I was forced to blacken her completely.
Why does our society drive people into darkness? Why can we not accept ourselves as we are? Why can we not accept our bodies? Have we truly become eunuchs? Or are we capable of defying the sickness that pits us against each other? Together we could conquer the devils that abuse us.
Whether you enjoy being nude or not, whether you've been photographed nude or not, but especially if, for you, like for Margo, it's something you never thought you would do, consider submitting your own photograph to be published in a censored manner as a form of protest against the ubiquitous presence of the human body on the internet, naked or not, that is published and duplicated ad infinitum without context and without regard for the identity or the needs of the individual being depicted.

Previous Image — 6,000 miles across Europe with a complete stranger
**Day 2**
7/21/2011
⚖ 1༛♊²⁵/₂₄♀
FKK-Verein Donaustadt
Vienna, Austria
THE DISAPPEARING WOMAN, THE DISAPPEARING MAN...
a collection of modern art prints and posters
During our trip across Europe, Margo very bravely opened up to me and to the camera. It was a difficult thing to do considering the scars that she carries. I wanted to share with the world her often joyful, often sad, often angry but always liberating experience except that the Internet is full of pictures of naked women and men and full of trolls who abuse them.
I realized that what I really need to point out is not the openness that Margo and I cultivated between ourselves, but the darkness that continues to surround us. When I censor nudity, I do so in a way that does not compromise the integrity of the human body. In censoring the photographs that Margo and I took during our trip, I was quick to notice that in those pictures where Margo was at her most open, at her most unguarded and most relaxed, in a word, when she was herself and basking in the sun I was forced to blacken her completely.
Why does our society drive people into darkness? Why can we not accept ourselves as we are? Why can we not accept our bodies? Have we truly become eunuchs? Or are we capable of defying the sickness that pits us against each other? Together we could conquer the devils that abuse us.
Whether you enjoy being nude or not, whether you've been photographed nude or not, but especially if, for you, like for Margo, it's something you never thought you would do, consider submitting your own photograph to be published in a censored manner as a form of protest against the ubiquitous presence of the human body on the internet, naked or not, that is published and duplicated ad infinitum without context and without regard for the identity or the needs of the individual being depicted.

Usage of Bit in Michal's Fiction Corpus

Michal's Fiction Corpus of Acceptance Literature (FiCAL) is presented under the Bare Bottom imprint. It is currently comprised of six bodies of work, each representing a different pillar of culture and incorporating a wide variety of writhing styles.

If you're wondering...

How do I use this?

Just click on a title to see examples of the word "bit" being used in a particular work. You'll stay on the same spot on the page, only the Table of Contents will disappear. To get back to the Table of Contents just click next to the image of the Bare Bottom imprint where it says "Back to Usage of Bit: Table of Contents."“And...?”

The Table of Frequency and the Table of Collocation provide numerical information about how many times the word bit appears in its original or modified form and with which words. It can help to give you an idea of how a word is used and in what contexts.“Ok.”

Why a Fiction Corpus?

The popular understanding of the word "fiction" and its complement "non-fiction" is a reflection of the cultural influence of a classification system. The Dewey Decimal System is responsible for separating "fiction" from all other work and categorizing it by author's name. This has influenced the popular idea of fiction as a narrative that tends to be "untrue" and the product of an individual's fantasy, a bias compounded by modern art's century-long obsession with abstraction, surrealism and self-expression.“So...?”

My idea of fiction rests on the idea that art doesn't have to be factual to be a true reflection of our existence. Adam and Eve didn't have to exist as two individuals 700 generations ago for them to be true portraits of two human beings trying to work together.“And...?”

The Bible is a Fiction Corpus. It is a body of writing that isn't overly concerned with facts and yet its words carry weight. It was written by many different authors living in different places with different audiences in mind, yet everyone gleans something from it.“Right...”

In preparing my fiction corpus, I have striven to see the world through the eyes of others. Through the eyes of my Adams and Eves I hope that you too will glean some truth about our existence. At the very least you will learn some more about how one man can use the English language.“Ok.”

Who are you, Michal?

I'm just a guy who makes art. And if you're interested in making a solid investment in an aesthetic that supports our present and future welfare, then I will help you look for something that you can buy.“How...?”

Everybody makes. Everybody sells. Some people know how to protect their interests. Some better than others. Few people know how to listen. Listening to somebody means considering their interests as if they were your own. Going out and doing something to satisfy another person's interest is how we build a strong economy. Without a strong economy, democracy collapses.“And...?”

Buying 4Occupy is buying for democracy. Don't give your money to somebody who's ruining it. There's no such thing as cheap democracy, quick democracy, or easy democracy. There's good, solid, complete democracy and the tyranny of feudalism. Let's not mix the two. Let's not buy everything on the cheap. Let's not create another tyrant and enslave ourselves because it was easier not to think about what we were doing. Let's protect our interests. Let's listen.“Ok.”

Who's really behind this site?

Have you ever been to one of those post-it-yourself retail websites where there's a really attractive top-seller ready to give you tips on how you can be a top-seller too?“Uh...”

Have you ever been to a "job" interview where you sit in a line, walk through one door, get hired as a contractor and walk out another door, so that the other applicants don't realize that everyone's getting "hired" to work in the same market?“Maybe...”

The internet is full of people who are ready to exploit your ignorance. They are people who want to make money at the expense of our economy. They are cheats.“And...?”

I, Michal, am behind this site. Not some fat plutocrat exploiting my image. I like to do things the right way. I like to work with people who take the time to do things right.“Why...?”

I used to work for a company that didn't do things the right way. My labor was exploited because of mismanagement. That company was the United States Postal Service, an independent agency of the United States Government that is ultimately controlled by Congress. I'm mad because if the Federal Government can exploit labor, who is going to stop every other cheat from doing it?“Labor Unions...?”

Don't say labor unions. I went to my labor union and they did nothing. They ignored me because labor unions aren't democracies. Holding a free and fair election for a "representative" once in a blue moon does not equal people ruling. Democracy means open government. It means we the public need to accept the hard work. It's the only way to secure liberty and equality.“Ok.”

What's the difference between use and usage?

Definition-wise, not much. But the -age suffix is ultimately French in origin and with most things French, at least in American eyes, the immediate thought is that of something precious and arcane whose value should be judged very carefully. This is in contrast to the word France, which is associated with a beautiful place. Thus people in France or from France are beautiful, warm, kind people. Generous even. Unlike French people who suck. Unless you're frenching, in which case you're only sometimes sucking.“And...?”

Along those lines, usage means you're in bed. Use means you're just heavy petting. Also notice that common people, like common words, get used...whereas "proper" things make "appearances." Whether or not you are being exploited is a different story. Exploitation is what happens when somebody uses you or your property without listening to you. Listening is what happens when you consider another person's needs as if they were your own. You don't have to satisfy those needs. All you need to do is consider them. So many of us can't even do that.“So...?”

Help stop exploitation. Buy 4occupy. Buy a better world. Whether or not you feel you can afford to buy art, consider joining my protest. I want to guarantee every working man and every working mother on this planet a 15-day universal holiday. But I can't. Only we can do that. We have to work together. We have to accept the idea that everyone deserves time for himself and we need to build that time into a new kind of calendar. We have to give peace it's own day. We have to make love something you can't avoid. We have to make even the most miserly cold-hearted capitalist among us say that he cashed his check on Love Your Neighbor Day. There won't be any other way to say it once the Acceptance Calendar is widely adopted.“Ok.”

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Bit, a morphological approach

I have yet to make a morphological analysis of the word bit.

That doesn't mean it's not high on my list.

Table of Frequency for the Word "Bit."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word bitand any of its morphological derivations appears in the Fiction Corpus, along with a breakdown of frequency by title, the respective rank of each word in the complete list of all words in the Corpus, as calculated both densely and competitively, as well as the percent increase in frequency of the word over the frequency of the next lowest rank in the complete list.
Percent Increase over next rank	RANK		WORD	Frequency
	RANK			TOTAL # of occurences	MCDONALDS	JESUS	SEX	TSIGA	JACKSON	DINGBATS
	dense	competitive		TOTAL # of occurences	modern/sloppy	biblical/terse	poetic/high-brow	hard/fast	talky	mixed salad
-	-	-	-	-	-	-	-	-	-	-
I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word bit, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Bit in Death to McDonalds

An aerial view of Dodger Stadium in the foreground, with an imaginary partially submerged Los Angeles behind — A story bible for a comic book series set in a post climate-change California narrated by eight characters who live through a natural disaster that sinks Los Angeles and triggers a war with an expansionist Mexican government covertly supported by China.

Frame #2131

expedia's got a zipcode. harley's in la palma. that narrows it down a bit. la palmas not very big.

Justin Bieber

18 August, 7:17 PM

Frame #3163

im trying to remember the name of the company. i was a bit drunk when i heard it. that was the night i was arrested. it feels so long ago.

Twitter Hashtag

31 August, 12:18 PM

Frame #5400

the engines starting to sputter. i should try to climb a bit. i may have to glide the rest of the way.

Sprint "Iphone" Case

22 November, 8:42 AM

Frame #3174

chase is a bit on edge. and i mean more than im used to. i keep wanting to ask about getting to mexico but im scared to do it.

Twitter Hashtag

1 September, 10:37 AM

Frame #2940

pandora wants me to pick a hotel. i told her she should do it. i dont know the first thing about hotels. i bit my lip the second i said it.

JC Penney

28 August, 4:43 PM

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Usage of Bit in The Gospel of Jesus H.

A picture of the planet Mars — An experimental science fiction Christology that makes Jesus the hard boiled narrator of his own early years on a bizarro earth made dark by volcanic ash and informally ruled by a man from Mars who sells bottled air.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone living on Earth, terrorists were plaguing Mars. Two years before the Interplanetary Trade Center was demolished, five explosions over a period of two weeks devastated apartment buildings around Centropolis. Two hundred and ninety-three people were killed. The Revolutionary government began a massive security operation to safeguard more than thirty thousand apartment blocks around the city. The terrorists were undaunted. In the next few years, they took hostages in theatres; they blew up space ships in orbit around Mars; and finally, they attacked a school and took hundreds of Martian children hostage. Too many of them were killed, people said: they blamed the government.

– Verse 312 from the chapter called Adolescence

When the waitress brought her the drink I ordered, your mother didn't take to it. I toasted her, but she ignored me, of course. The drink was dark. She took the glass and sniffed it. She didn't like it - too bitter, she must have thought. It was a glass of Fernet Stock, an acquired taste for anyone who isn't Czech - unless you happen to be a bitters connoisseur. Your mother wasn't.

– Verse 443 from the chapter called Bohemia

Jesus's uncle was an alcoholic. At the age of fourteen, Jesus witnessed one of his uncle's temper tantrums for the first time. He called his wife a slutty bitch-whore who had two teats for milking despite the fact that she was a cow. "You've got tits in your armpits, you fucking bitch. You're hiding them from me, but I've seen them," he said. "I've got to give you a shave, you dirty pig. We'll find those tits of yours - fucking hairy bitch! Go and sleep with the mailman." His wife was innocent, but Jesus's uncle didn't care. When he was drunk, his wife was a fucking whore - end of story. There was absolutely no way of convincing him otherwise. That night, Jesus walked around with a clenched fist. That was the first and last time he did that.

– Verse 347 from the chapter called Adolescence

"Not that we needed someone to push us off the road: my grandfather almost drove us into a ditch - more than once. Every time the road shifted just a little bit to either side, my grandfather was going off, onto the tramway tracks for example. One time, he almost drove us right into a sign! I yelled at the last possible moment - even though I knew it was going to happen: I saw that sign from twenty meters away and we were going straight at it! He was looking at the road right in front of him, not twenty meters away! Not that we were going very fast, but seriously. If the divider lines disappeared, we were lost. He was looking at the oncoming headlights to align himself. Even then, we had close calls. On one whole stretch of road, he kept veering into the wrong lane. Then we stalled! Right in front of a curve! In the wrong lane! I was about to jump out of the car, I was so freaked-out.

– Verse 213 from the chapter called Adolescence

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Usage of Bit in Sex for Children

A drawing of a man between a woman's legs in front of another man in a hospital bed — A literature book narrated by a pair of siblings on either side of the Atlantic whose profoundly weird sexual experiences pose a serious challenge to their traditional understanding of mathematicians, marriage, gay young men and God.

That's why the most ironic thing about Nike's new partner is that he looks a little bit like Luke. He's a short man with curly, dark hair. He's portly. The main difference between them is that Luke has an almost handsome rat face, while Luka has the face of an almost handsome hippopotamus, being both round and square at the same time.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 5, A Man's Features, Paragraph 2, Clauses 1-4

ANDY: Ora, subito...

INDIE: ...

ANDY: ...

INDIE: ...

ANDY: Ma sempre...

INDIE: ...

ANDY: ...

INDIE: ...

ANDY: Tremulo.

INDIE: ...

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 2, Prayer & The Reformation, Section 14, Accounting for the Weightiness of a Kiss, Paragraphs 134-143

This initially did not disturb me; I only began to worry after my repeated invitations and overtures being politely but habitually dismissed, I began to spot him and his friend at the very same events to which I had invited him in vain, a pattern which culminated at the local festival. There were no punching machines, no Reisenrad, no ice cream; but the crummy rides and amusements did carry the memory of better times, along with the petty consolation that the Viennese Prater was so much better than this dismal place. I challenged Macy to a duel on the air mattress. He said no, he didn't feel like it. After a few minutes, he took his friend instead.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 6, Third Party Intervention, Paragraph 3, Clauses 9-14

But the radiator was very large, very old and very heavy. It would take no time to heat the room, but the room in question was down two very narrow flights of stairs. Luke was on his way out and I had to catch him - convince him even - to help me carry the radiator down. On his way up the stairs he even asked me if I wouldn't mind just sleeping in Nike's room. But I reminded him of Nike's quality of hygiene, which makes Luke's pitiful habits look pristine. He agreed, and I suspect that Luke's hastiness had as much to do with the odor in Nike's room than whatever appointment he had to keep. He almost broke his back. But the radiator was brought down successfully, and, leaving it in front of Macy's room, Luke left me to my ways.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 8, Loneliness, Paragraph 7

I was, to say the least, a little perturbed. Although Macy had always insisted on being physically intimate with me, which is not something that makes me comfortable, but which in light of his shyness elsewhere had always seemed to be evidence of our special relationship, this intimacy had never been sexual, and I had no idea what the image of Macy in sexual embrace would provoke in me. This is where my jealousy overwhelmed my better judgment. As I later came to presume, the activity that I witnessed was not pursued by Macy, but was rather a friendly accommodation of Christie's lowered inhibitions.

– Title 1, Regarding Peaches and Bananas, Part 2, Section 6, Third Party Intervention, Paragraph 2, Clauses 3-7

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Usage of Bit in Tsiga Tsiga Tsiga

Bullets whizzing by a statue of Nikola Tesla — A collection of stories featuring a sexy Parisian ghost, a spooky Moon base full of vagina-faced aliens, a policeman with an Irish name, a truck full of watermelons, a flautist, and a man who has to see another man about a diseased horse.

Gog and Magog followed the river valleys into the southern mountains. They found two gigantic smoldering peaks [e.g. Mount Elbrus]. Gog sent scouts to investigate them. Finding no signs of divine habitation, Gog decided to wait. Magog told him the people were not prepared to risk a lengthy sojourn in the mountains. They resumed their journey.

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story featuring a man who slays dragons

"The roof," cried the officer. Shephard fired as close as he could to the man. Pepsi got up off the ground. She was in pain. Her leg hurt. She limped towards the gates. Shephard fired again. He watched Pepsi disappear into the other yard. He fired one last time. He crawled backwards. He jumped to the ground. He ran around to the ruins. In a low growl, he said "Ey-hey, an-may. Air-way are oo-yay?" There was no answer. He said a bit louder, "I ed-say, air-way are oo-yay?" Nothing. He shouted, "Ey, Orge-gay. Say something."

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story featuring Western technology

Nike offered her his hand. "I'm Nike. That's short for Nikita." She didn't take it. Nike put it down. "Where are you from?" Silence. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to pry. I'm a man of bad habits." He eyed Barbara's cloak. She pulled it tighter. "Not like yours."

He watched her chest rise and fall. She jerked her head. Nike calmly caught her glance. He relished the moment. The woman looked to the floor. She said, "You're wrong. Flesh is a bad habit."

– from “Paris Is For Rapists, Too,” a ghost story featuring a frank discussion of sex work

The technician who had the morning shift that fateful day couldn't remember if the door had been jammed. A close inspection of the mortise revealed dried bits of something. "This is evidence," said Patsy to the worker. "I'm going to need you to replace this doorjamb."

– from “A Cop Named Patsy,” a funny story about a cowboy in Asia

Clark felt compelled to do the same. He tried to tear off a bit of his shirt. The cloth refused to rip. He tried several times. Pepsi offered to help. Clark insisted he could do it. He attempted to use his teeth. It hurt his mouth. Clark took off the shirt. He put a foot on one sleeve. He tugged it as hard as he could. "I can't believe it," he said. He looked at the policeman. "It was made in China." Eventually, it tore.

– from “Two Dudes and a Chinese Desert,” a friendship story set in Western China

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Usage of Bit in Sorry Ms. Jackson

Chiseled letters from an ancient stone tablet hanging on a wall — A real play. With drama in it. Talk fast. It takes two hours. Set in a guest house. In a small community. After a murder. Lots of suspicion. The characters learn to listen to each other. It's funny.

GREY GOOSE: That's not what I mean.

MS. JACKSON: You devil!

GREY GOOSE: Ms. Jackson! Did you confide in the Aussie police - God preserve their infernal souls - your suspicions that I might be capable of murder?

MS. JACKSON: I will not answer you.

GREY GOOSE: Bitch!

MS. JACKSON: How dare you speak to me in such a filthy way?

GREY GOOSE: I will speak to you like that for as long as you deserve it.

MS. JACKSON: How have I merited this barbaric intrusion into my home and this battering of my senses? I am a scorned woman.

GREY GOOSE: Don't start playing the martyr.

MS. JACKSON: You seem to think I'm afraid of telling you the truth. I'm not.

– ACT I, lines 291-300

(LESBIAN enters carrying the heirloom pincushion.)

LESBIAN: I still don't know how you could have mistaken me for your wife. It seems pretty strange.

LUKE: Let's just say that sometimes I'm in a wee bit of a rush. Do you know what I mean?

LESBIAN: Regrettably, I think I do.

LUKE: Life isn't always like playing football. I'm like Kokomo: I burned the money.

LESBIAN: What do you mean?

LUKE: After her problems on American Samoa.

LESBIAN: She was on American Samoa?

LUKE: You didn't know that?

LESBIAN: No.

– ACT II, lines 565-573

(LUKE enters.)

LUKE: Krikey! I just saw Kokomo bailin' outta here. Is everything alright?

FLETCHER: I sure as hell hope it will be.

LUKE: Me too. If it's gonna happen, it's got to happen tonight. I just got word from me manager. He needs me for an exhibition game. I gotta shoot through on the next plane outta here. That's in a few hours. If I can squeeze in a little cut lunch, I'll be a happy man. There's nothin' like havin' a sheila on either side of you. Too right! It's the perfect way to top off a two-weeker.

FLETCHER: Not to mention your honeymoon.

LUKE: That too.

FLETCHER: You have the money?

LUKE: All three thousand dollars.

FLETCHER: Where is it?

LUKE: It's in me room.

– ACT II, lines 232-240

FLETCHER: Oh, marriage! Where would man be without thy warm bondage? Those who fear the rope will never know the pleasure of being tied up: of pushing with all one's might only to stand still. It is a perverse joy, indeed, to take the plunge through the trapdoor: to hear one's soul snapping in two, pushing one's heart into one's throat: to say the words, 'I do.' To wed and then to bed - how old-fashioned an order! One cannot help but desire permanence in such an ever-changing world. To oppose it, lashed to a rock, feeling its weight crush one's spirit, may be a Promethean punishment best reserved for the noble. It is no wonder that only the force of custom and law kept so many together for so long. Matrimony is not for the faint of heart. So watch out, you concubines and concubinaries - you cohabitants and live-in friends: both cataracts and calm pools await you, but no peace at that river's end: just the wide, gaping maw of dissoluteness and abandon: the ocean of human desire, with nothing to do but sink. So swim home, like salmon, and enjoy rest: the comfort you get from being tied up. My prayers were answered: I am a man again - and soon to be more: a husband. Wish me luck, for the night is still young, and many acts of husbandry await me.

– ACT II, line 550

(MS. JACKSON exits.)

KOKOMO: Oh, bittersweet news! That I might have my mistress's blessing to wed her son - her firstborn and only son: her pride and joy - and make a Catholic out of a Christian, when she knows her line - her ancient English stock - would rest entirely in my womb, fills me with great joy; but since that stock, if Madam's fears be true, is filled with an urge to plant one's seed in every jar and hole - to roam rakishly over the countryside regardless of warmth at home - I must gird myself to the possibility that my loins will not be enough: that fear of the yoke will upset my plan to reveal with success this very night my feelings to my beloved Fletcher!

– ACT II, line 28

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Usage of Bit in Miscellaneous Dingbats

The title of the book at the end of a string of miscellaneous dingbats — A story book full of short fiction stories. An interesting bedtime mystery. A fairy tale. Science fiction romance. Adult life. Uninspiring gay fiction. Horror.

"This is truth," said the Astrazeneca.

Sara Lee was shown a picture of Captain Orbitz. She was asked if she had ever met the man. She squinted. She thought about it. She said, "Yes."

"This is truth," said the Astrazeneca.

– from “The Death and Life of Captain Orbitz,” a science fiction romance dictated by my respect for Stanislaw Lem, if you know who that is

I hate the English language. It's too curt. Rape. Suck. Lick. Bitch. Fuck. You. If the words had more syllables they wouldn't be so forceful. Deflowerment. Inhalation. Female Dog. Copulating. Those words don't inflame people's passions.

– from “The Backed-Up Toilet,” a literature story based on something that actually happened, namely to the author

"Sara Lee," said Orbitz Nombre Trois.

Orbitz Número Dos smirked. "She's a spy," he said. "The Amazon plants her on the ship. He knew I can't resist that blue tint. Those perfect blue nipples."

"Is she the saboteur?" asked Orbitz Number One.

"No," said Orbitz Nombre Trois. "She is innocent."

"I'm up to something, aren't I?" asked Orbitz Número Dos.

– from “The Death and Life of Captain Orbitz,” a science fiction romance written out of respect for Stanislaw Lem, if you know who that is

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Collocation of Bit in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Bit."
This table lists in descending order of frequency a selection of word pairs that appear in the Fiction Corpus and groups them according to the morphological derivation of the word bit that appears in the pair.
Type	Frequency
	TOTAL # of occurences	MCDONALDS	JESUS	SEX	TSIGA	JACKSON	DINGBATS
	TOTAL # of occurences	modern/sloppy	biblical/terse	poetic/high-brow	hard/fast	talky	mixed salad
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I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "bit." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal