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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...

On Monday, I arrived in Europe. By Wednesday I had bought a car. By Friday I had met the woman who a few months later would end up having travelling 6,000 miles across Europe with me.

Call it an accident. Call it divine will. I was never supposed to meet Margo...if not for one man's random criminal act...another abuse piled upon humanity by a fellow human. A robbery. A purse-snatching of a purse that happened to contain a passport. An assault on the human body. One of society's bad habits that I had come to fight as an artist working for body acceptance.

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.

Despite the cops in Vienna. Despite the rain in Veržej. Despite getting lost in Italy. Despite parting at Soest. Despite that night in Amsterdam. Despite our fight in Lisieux. Despite the storm in the Bois de la Roche. Despite that terrible morning outside Collonges. Despite the long road to Pielenhofen, we came back safe and sound and most importantly we were happy. We had started to learn how to listen. We had left the devils of the road behind and the devils ahead seemed just a little bit smaller. We had started to open up.

One of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe. — 6,000 miles across Europe with a complete stranger
**Day 17**
8/5/2011
⚗ 16༛♊²⁵/₂₄♀
Naturistenbun Rhein-Main
Trebur, Germany
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 17**
8/5/2011
⚗ 16༛♊²⁵/₂₄♀
Naturistenbun Rhein-Main
Trebur, Germany
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.

Definition of Jaw

I have yet to publish the definition of jaw.

I'm sure it won't take too long.

Common use of jaw in illustrative example sentences

You keep chewing on that gum. Doesn't your jaw hurt after a while?
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She hit me in the jaw. I just wanted to dance with her.
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I have yet to come up with a third sentence using the word jaw.
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I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word jaw.
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I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word jaw.
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I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word jaw.
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I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word jaw.
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Usage of Jaw 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 "jaw" 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 Jaw: Table of Contents."“And...?”

The Table of Frequency and the Table of Collocation provide numerical information about how many times the word jaw 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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Jaw, a morphological approach

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

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

Table of Frequency for the Word "Jaw."
This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word jawand 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 jaw, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Jaw 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.

Author's Note

"Jaw" does not make an appearance in Death to Mcdonalds.

Michal Slaby

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Usage of Jaw 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.

"My jaw would've had to be pulled out. My father didn't want me to do it - I mean: he didn't want it done: it was his decision. You know what he said? He said he didn't want a monkey for a daughter. Thanks a lot, dad." She pointed at the monkey and said, "Apparently, I would've looked just like him." We laughed.

– Verse 894 from the chapter called Bohemia

"I can't close my mouth. My jaws are abnormal," she said, smiling. She had such a wide, beautiful smile. She brought her hand to her mouth and made sure a piece of bread didn't fall out. She swallowed it. "You know how usually your teeth come together?" she said.

– Verse 828 from the chapter called Bohemia

Your mother shook her head. "No," she said. "Look." She lifted up her nonexistent chin. Opening up her mouth, she tried closing her jaw, but the attempt was forestalled, somewhere inside that giant mouth of hers, by molars clinking. "You hear that?" she asked, clinking them again.

– Verse 842 from the chapter called Bohemia

"'What happened?' I asked, but the miner fell silent. He straightened up. He looked into the distance, then back at me. His face began to twitch. His eyes were bulging. A terrible face he made by starting to grimace, then, grimacing like mad, baring his teeth, he clenched his iron jaw, his arteries bulging, his eyes on fire as if the forces of pressure were ripping his ears apart, rupturing his lungs, and causing him to drown in his own blood - and then, he farted: right in my face! He farted the loudest fart I ever had to feel - and he laughed so hard! 'That's how it cracked,' he said. Oh, man: those miners! What a sense of humor! Hey," said Hitler, slapping me on the back. "Enjoy the party."

FAGGOT! said the voices.

– Verses 68-69 from the chapter called Childhood

She was there and radiant. She was in Group Fifteen, holding onto the thick, gray-colored electromechanical transducer wire that stretched from the priest in front to the loudspeaker being carried behind. She was supposed to be in Group Twenty-five - silly girl: what a silly girl she was! What a huge forehead - and no chin! What a beautiful silly girl: those Japanese eyes! those huge lips! that short, straight, and yet, upturned nose. That mouth of hers was hanging open. How funny it was that she couldn't close her mouth! How absurd - and yet, so valuable! So endearing! and yet, so trivial. It made her look almost innocent. Like the guilty fool, she was difficult to judge. Was she beautiful or not? Was she beautiful when she smiled? Yes, she was beautiful. Was that huge mouth of hers beautiful? Yes, it was beautiful. Was she beautiful when she puckered her tiny, little chin by crooking her humongous jaw? Well, kind of: her little chin was beautiful (it complemented, among other things, her huge forehead) but sometimes she made her chin look sort of strange, as if she were trying to make herself look ugly or else to communicate something - perhaps, befuddlement. It was very unclear - unlike her eyes, which communicated things with unabashed honesty - like curiosity, for example - or, more appropriately, the beginnings of rapture, which, in this case, made themselves evident in the wideness of her eyes, in their feigned concentration on the dirt road underneath her feet, and, especially, in the way they pushed her black pupils and brown irides into the beautiful almond-shaped corners of her lids, following that mysterious image, that masked rider, your father, dressed in black body armor, who kept watching her pass him along the side of the road as he stood waiting in the fallow field, galloping forward every time she turned back her head.

– Verse 266 from the chapter called Security

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Usage of Jaw 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.

My ear, my cheek, my jaw, my chin were almost warm enough to be throbbing - not to mention my forehead. The warmness there made me shiver. My whole face was warm; I was probably flushed but how could I tell? I was no longer sitting in front of the mirror. I was following Indiana out the door. I was following her down the hall, down the stairs; like a man-fearing dog, I was choking my own irrepressible urge to pant. The master of the house was already waiting in the foyer.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 9, Intoxication, Paragraph 200

Saying these words, Indiana got up from her knee, not taking her eyes off me in the mirror. We looked at each other's reflections for a moment, and then, using them as a guide, she slowly placed her hand along my jaw, catching and squeezing between her fingers my pendulous lobe, using her thumb to stroke my cheek before slowly dragging her hand along my bone, savoring the bristling of my shaven beard - those tiny hairs resisting, then yielding, surrendering - and, brushing down like this until her fingers were poised on the tip of my chin, she turned our heads together, and looking down at me she whispered, "You are very beautiful." And then she bent down to kiss me. So she did kiss me. She kissed me on my forehead. She kissed me on my forehead and then she said, "Let's go." She kissed me on my forehead and left me sitting there intoxicated, wondering as to what had just transpired - if it were truly so - and what the significance of such fabulous events could be.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 9, Intoxication, Paragraph 199

There was the car. The woman in front. Still walking, slowing down. See the headlights. Brilliantly, they bathed her. A beauty. Domino: witch for all we knew hiding behind a mask of gentle womanhood. Entranced. A pale face: round, clean: a sharp jaw! Beautiful, blunted chin. Mercy! Woman. What mortal creature would harm you? The moon hid. Shamed by a daughter of Eve who walks with such authority? Proud mien: terrified - at the same time, uncompromising.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 2, The Second Day, Part 1, Labor & Economic Reform, Section 22, Encountering Poverty, Paragraph 50

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Usage of Jaw 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.

"The government doesn't want you to know about those details. It was a mess. The Manga People never recovered. Every last one has a complex. You'll see. They have different ways of dealing with it. Hoopz doesn't trust humans. Zyplukk's wildest wet dream is to transfer the team to the near side, even if we're at the bottom of C-League. If he didn't like banging his nurses so much, he'd get a fake jaw."

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story about what it means to keep people separate

Neal rang the bell. A dirty Manga spoke on the intercom. Neal talked in slurpee. The door buzzed open. Tatum entered. She marveled at the luxury. A spacious atrium led towards a magnificent garden. Sporangia loomed overhead on gigantic stalks. The capsules were as large as a power forward's shoe. A Manga person approached. Tatum recognized it from the baths.

Neal spoke to it. His slurpee was better than Tatum expected. The dirty Manga grew distressed. It started speaking fast. It gestured for Neal to wait. As it left, Neal turned.

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring a race of aliens without jawbones

Dorothea clenched her jaw. "Well?" she asked. "Do I have an answer?" Her son stared blankly. She continued, "I understand you have feelings for her. I'm not asking you never to see her again. I simply want you to give me your assurance that you won't marry her."

"I can't," said Junior. "I love her."

– from “A Horse Named Clutch Bag,” an inspiring story featuring a frank discussion of one man's misdeeds

Tatum squinted. She realized what Uzumaki was saying. Her eyes widened. A feeling of awe welled in the pit of her stomach. She whispered, "You're not human." Uzumaki clenched his jaw. Tatum shook her head. "Why?"

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring a colony on the dark side of the moon

The woman's heart skipped a beat. The secretary straightened herself. If she were being cruel, thought the woman, she would turn to see the ruddy, breathless reaction on her victim's face. She didn't. She went straight back to her desk. She sucked in her waist to squeeze past the edge. She kept her eyes low. She was making signals. She even bit her lower lip.

A door opened. It was on the far side of the long, narrow room. A man walked in. He was wearing the uniform of a bailiff. "Good morning, Pat," said the secretary.

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring a race of aliens without jawbones

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Usage of Jaw 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.

"Jaw" does not make an appearance in Sorry Miss Jackson.

- Michal Slaby

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Usage of Jaw 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.

"How are you going to enjoy the rest of the evening? It's not even midnight."

"I'll manage." I brushed the bottom of her eye with the back of my finger. She caressed my jaw. I told her I would drive her home. She argued. I shook my head. I told her I would have to insist.

"How are you going to get home?" she asked.

"I'll have Andrea pick me up."

"I'm not going to ruin both your nights."

– from “St. Andrew's Eve,” a story of love that might help overcome one's sense of unease depending on your outlook

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Collocation of Jaw in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Jaw."
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 jaw 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 "jaw." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal