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Blood, a cultural introduction

Getting to know the word from all angles...

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I believe in the potential of utilizing English as a worldwide language. I don't have faith in the pleasureless style in which the English language is taught.Pointer

Improving one's knowledge of a language isn't like promoting a safer parachute. A language - a living language - is not just an instrument that you can teach yourself to use with greater amounts of precision. A language can't be uncoupled from the prevailing culture of a circle of people of which it is a description. A language isn't recited; it happens - and keeps happening as long as a circle of people keeps using it.

Teaching a student to recite English is to deprive her of its cultural context. A worthy educator has to develop a strategy for introducing it; the bravest student goes out to seek it.

A dictionary - properly used - can become an influential tool. A decent dictionary will describe words on the basis of a specific corpus, a body of writing of varying size and consistency. They may include everything from a book about literature to some famous short stories translated into modern English. I lost many a night laboring on my "stately" Fiction Corpus in order to form a new sort of dictionary based on the ability of one man to tell a story in many different forms. It is a labor of love and listening.

I have drafted a million words and I have ordered them, reformulating them - not just to teach the English tongue but to promote the human soul, and to encourage that soul or spirit not just to recite but to happen.

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A Fetish is the Common Word that Answers the Question, "Why?"

The most frequently used words in Michal's Corpus that represent common fetishes

Help End Prejudice With Truth in ArtOne of Margo's pictures from our trip across Europe.

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...Pointer

On the second to last weekend of June, 2011, I had joined my fellow naturists at a gathering of the Naturist Society in rural Pennsylvania. The next day I left on a flight for Europe. By the end of the week I had unexpectedly met another naturist, a woman, who was destined to accompany me on a tour of Europe's great naturist resorts.

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.

Being from America, all I had to do in Europe was turn on the radio to hear an American song. All I had to do was walk into a movie theater to see an American movie. To be understood all I had to do was speak English. Being from Poland, she couldn't stand listening to the radio for all the political nonsense being bandied about. She didn't like watching American movies because she claimed they all ended the same way. She didn't want to speak English with me because she not only wanted to say things correctly but she wanted to say them her way and nobody had ever succeeded in teaching her how. I desperately wanted to understand. She wanted to be understood.

Each man grows up with his own kind of poverty. Even if he's got a warm house and plenty of food and a soft bed and plenty of entertainment, there's always something that a man needs. Sometimes he just needs to be listened to, if only by the birds and the trees, but preferably by another man, even if he's an artist from America who isn't very good at listening. By learning how to listen, we learn how to cooperate. By cooperating, we build a better world. In a better world, there are no devils to abuse us. A better world doesn't lend itself to abuse because a better world is populated by people who have learned how to listen.

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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.

Michal's Dictionary:
Understanding the word Blood

A word can represent many things. First and foremost it represents a type of gesture. A specific way of speaking. A specific way of inscribing a mark. A specific way of moving your hand. To know one of these kinds of gestures is to know how to pronounce the word blood in some kind of way.

If you want to communicate an idea using the word blood, you will need to know what other people are made to think when you make the gesture. You will never have complete awareness of or control over the associations or identities that are invoked by a set of words, but you can know what was and what is a single word's jointly accepted definition, at least for a given place, thereby tracing a direction which will help you to understand what kinds of associations and identities are driving its use.

By using the word yourself, you enter into a long-standing albeit oftentimes unconscious debate over its definition, forever entangling yourself into the history of its use. The way you use it, and which other words you use it with carries weight.

The more you know about where the word blood is located in the fabric of a language, the better you will be at exploiting its cultural power.

Pronunciation of BloodMargo on a trampoline

When you say the word blood it should sound like a body hitting the floor with a thud, unless of course there's still mud leftover from the flood.

Video of me pronouncing "blood."

Definition of BloodMargo on a trampoline

I have yet to publish the definition of blood.

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

Common use of blood in illustrative example sentencesMargo on a trampoline

  1. He's squeamish about donating blood. I doubt you'll convince him to do it.

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  2. Is that blood on the floor? Whose is it?

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  3. We're blood brothers. Ever since we were what? Seven years old?

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  4. I have yet to come up with a fourth sentence using the word blood.

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  5. I have yet to come up with a fifth sentence using the word blood.

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  6. I have yet to come up with a sixth sentence using the word blood.

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  7. I have yet to come up with a seventh sentence using the word blood.

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Usage of Blood in Michal's Fiction CorpusMargo on a trampoline

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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.

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Blood, a morphological approach

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

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

Table of Frequency for the Word "Blood."

This table lists in descending order the total number of times that the word bloodand 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.

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Percent Increase over next rankRANKWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
densecompetitivemodern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to publish the table of frequency for the word blood, but I will get to it shortly. -Michal

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Usage of Blood 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 #6904

lowes brought me a bloody radio. he mustve pried it out of a dead mans hand.

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23 December, 8:19 PM

Frame #6517

mcdonalds smells blood. he wants to know if ill let him help. im feeling so generous. i might just do that.

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23 December, 1:52 PM

Frame #4284

now all the dogs in the neighborhood are calling for blood. between them and the flood.lamps we keep setting off were not gonna make it.

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30 September, 3:02 AM

Frame #3974

thank god. its not blood. it must be sweat. it did get hot.

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21 September, 1:05 PM

Frame #6320

los angeles collapses below sealevel. and if you arent killed by the surge of water. youre killed by the surge of blood to your head.

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23 December, 10:35 AM

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Usage of Blood 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.

"The floor's crooked," said the landlord. "The blood was pooling in the hall."

Verse 208 from the chapter called Security

"Who knows?" I said. "Wild boar? Whatever it is, it's wounded." I pointed to the ground. There was blood.

Verse 57 from the chapter called Bohemia

Two weeks later, he accused K-Freight of stealing Dhagbod's oil. He accused K-Freight and other shipping companies of pandering to the United States by conspiring to keep prices low - which was true, since the U.S. had negotiated that deal in order to weaken the Martian government, but which was also making Dhagbod suffer monetarily. Seeking compensation, one of Sadatmo's henchmen insisted that K-Freight and all other shipping companies involved cancel their thirty billion dollars worth of debt owed by Dhagbod. Instead of waiting for negotiations, however, Dhagbod struck, attacking and occupying K-Freight headquarters in orbit around the Earth. This was too much: the Americans were not going to forgive this. Sadatmo had clearly gone too far. They called him a pirate, a renegade, and, whereas before, nobody knew his name, now people were told to fear Sadatmo: the bloodthirsty pirate! the terrible tyrant! the enemy of free trade!

Verse 122 from the chapter called Childhood

Jesus's proof came at dawn. In the coldest hour of night, he led his men to the top of St. Elizabeth's tower. But first, he had to rid it of terrorists. Standing in the northeast corner of Town Square, St. Elizabeth's had been occupied. At a height of sixty-three meters, the tower's cupola had no doubt given terrorists an excellent vantage point. At forty-six meters, the outside balcony wrapped itself around the tower completely, providing a panoramic view. Terrorist snipers hiding behind its parapet wall had harassed part of Stalin's platoon. Three of his fellow soldiers had died before the rest were captured. They wanted blood.

Verse 429 from the chapter called Arms

"'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

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Usage of Blood 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.

It was illuminating part of Albert's face. The feeling was beginning. It was a little acorn slipping down my spine. It was the light of the sun warming my hand, the light that was falling across Albert's face like a sharp blade, many sharp blades, as if they were trying to cut into his face and operate. I looked at his head. I imagined his beleaguered brain. I imagined his nervous tissue, his blood pumping through his mind, diffusing its nutrient-covered self. I put my hand on his chest. I felt his heart painfully beating. I took my hand away. My loins were beginning to call. They were pumping their own force. They were making me wonder: am I to penetrate his skull? Do I have the strength to reach his organism? I looked at Albert's head. I was imagining the rest of his naked body.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 5, Inflammation of the Loins, Paragraph 3, Clauses 3-17

And Nike had to leave us early - what a tease! I'm sure you've spoken with him since that day - it was a while ago - and he's probably told you all about his company and moving to France, etc. It's a wonderful idea, but, unfortunately, so far it's only cost me: if Nike hadn't left me that night (to make some stupid arrangements for his departure), I would never have gotten into that bloody mess of an auction. Nike would've paid any price, because he is a gentleman - and Luke is only a hairy wart, besides being a cheapskate. Do you know what he did? Let me tell you.

– Title 2, Regarding the Romaniac, Part 1, Section 7, Dating a Woman with Dogs, Paragraph 2, Clauses 8-12

NIKE: Ha! Ya see, Rothko: they did think I was mafia - what the hell? Do I have it written on my forehead? Is there 'mafia' spelled across my face? What kind of: this is fucking racial profiling is what it is.

DOC: Mr. Romanov, please: your blood pressure.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 5, The Fifth Day, Part 2, Science & Reform Schools, Section 8, Being a Victim, Paragraphs 10-11

LUKA: I told them it was your fault. I'm so sorry, Nike.

But Nike was on his way out. He left a bloody and whimpering man lying on the floor. He got back into his cab. He drove off and left me awake.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 3, The Third Day, Part 1, Family & Welfare Reform, Section 8, Being Inattentive, Paragraphs 26-27

My hand was on her thigh. It was warm. It was so warm I started to shiver. I was sweating. My hand was on her thigh. Her hands were on top of mine. There was no escaping; they were there for good. Her hands were motionless. My hand dared not move. But it was pumping. It was pumping blood. I wasn't sure who it was: it was her thigh - my hand - maybe both. But why was I thinking about this? My hand was on her thigh! What was it doing there? How did it get there? She put it there, of course, but why did she put it there? There had to be a reason. It had to be deliberate. But did it seem so casual? Yes, it was casual. I didn't even see it coming. But that's ridiculous: how could it be casual? My hand was on her thigh. There's nothing casual about that, nothing careless. It wasn't nonchalant. It's not something you would ever do offhand. She put it there on purpose. Yes, of course: her hand: her beautiful hand: her delicate hand: both of them: so delicate: so tender: so experienced: they were certain of themselves; they approached me with absolute conviction.

– Title 3, Regarding a Dream, Chapter 1, The First Day, Part 1, Victory & Calendar Reform, Section 13, Apprehension, Paragraph 5, Clauses 6-28

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Usage of Blood 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 blood took a long time to drain. It washed away everything in the valley. Only the trees pinned down by the corpse remained. Gog lit them on fire. He watched the flames encompass the creature. He estimated it weighed one and a half billion grains of wheat. It might have fed five hundred people for a year.

– from “In the Beginning, There was Gog,” a fantasy story set in the middle east

She turned to take the candle. There was blood on her fingers. Tatum jumped to her elbows. She turned to the body. Her heart raced. She couldn't see anything. She grabbed the candle. She brought it close. Shaq was stabbed. There was a knife sticking out of his chest.

Tatum gasped. The candle dropped. It fell onto the blanket. Threads started to burn. Tatum picked it up. She lifted it in front of her like a talisman. Wax dripped onto her hand.

– from “Dirty Manga People Are Disgusting,” a spooky story featuring intrigue

"Genghis was kind. He served the Christian Mongols of my mother's tribe. As he grew in power, their jealousy overcame them. His blood brother abandoned him. The Christian chief refused to give his daughter in marriage. That was considered a great insult.

"Genghis defeated them. Though his blood brother had fought against him, he offered to reestablish their friendship. That is magnanimity. His brother refused out of pride. That is sin."

– from “Italy Sucks and Has Sucked For A Long Time,” an adventure story about a young man who tries to be manly

Tatum slid down the ladder. She glanced at the man's visor. It was broken. The face was bloody. There was no time to look at it. Tatum ran to the air lock. Her helmet was stuck against the inner door. Tatum peered through the window. Neal was outside. He was careening back and forth.

Tatum pulled on the helmet. She tried to kick it out. It twisted. She pulled it again. It slipped out. Tatum fell to her back. The door closed. Nothing happened.

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

Most of the time, the armies of the condottieri danced around each other waiting patiently (and lucratively) for their monarchs to settle things on their own. That way both sides made money. This affair, unfortunately, had dragged on for so long, people feared, this time, bloodshed would be unavoidable.

– from “Italy Sucks and Has Sucked For A Long Time,” an adventure story set in a seemingly distant time and place

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Usage of Blood 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.

FLETCHER: Get it.

LUKE: Right now?

FLETCHER: Yes.

LUKE: Are you sure?

FLETCHER: Of course I'm sure.

LUKE: It's a done deal?

FLETCHER: She'll be apples.

LUKE: No prob's?

FLETCHER: Stone the crows.

LUKE: Bloody oath! You're a hell of an offsider, Fletch. You can take that bloody quid and you can stick it in your kick.

– ACT II, lines 241-250

FLETCHER: Trouble. The Tahitians were already upset. They hadn't been given any land when the island was divided, not to mention the fact that some of them were being beaten. Naturally, they started plotting. What they didn't take into account was the fact that To-ofa-iti, the blacksmith's new wife, was not complaining. The blacksmith was important. That made her important. She started singing a song, the words of which went, "Why does black man sharpen axe? To kill white man." When Fletcher Christian heard that song, he grabbed his musket, ran to the Tahitians, charged them with their crime, and pulled the trigger. The gun misfired. Two of the men ran; the rest protested their innocence. They begged for a chance to take care of it. They decided they should try to poison To-ofa-iti's husband. He didn't fall for it. He was too smart. Ultimately, one of the Tahitian men pulled a pistol on him in the presence of his wife. Again, the gun misfired. The two of them started grappling on the ground. Who knows who would've won? To-ofa-iti, however, was not about to take chances. She picked up the pistol with her own two hands and bopped her husband squarely on the head.

ALICE: She killed him?

FLETCHER: Eventually. Things were deceptively quiet for a few weeks. It didn't take long for judgment to fall upon the poor blacksmith. The Tahitians shot him down like a pig. Ironically, that's what the other mutineers thought they were doing. Being scattered all over the island, each man heard the shots and naturally assumed that somebody was hunting. Most of them found out too late that they were the prey.

ALICE: How many of them were killed?

FLETCHER: On that day, now known as Massacre Day, five of the original nine mutineers were fatally shot. Fletcher Christian was next. He was standing in his garden. Both of his hands were on his spade. He looked up at the sky and smiled. He never saw it coming. They shot him right through the heart.

ALICE: How did the others survive?

FLETCHER: Jackson was shot through the neck but he lived.

ALICE: Incredible.

FLETCHER: It's a miracle. Ned Young slept through the whole thing. The women didn't want to wake him. They all liked him and they didn't want to see him get hurt, so they stood around his hut and guarded him. Eventually, though, even he had to get his hands dirty. The women wanted revenge on the Tahitians for killing their husbands. After Ned's consort chopped off the ringleader's head with an axe, he was made to go and shoot the last remaining rebel. That was the end of the bloodshed - not counting when he and Jackson got Quintal drunk and murdered him.

ALICE: It's so barbaric.

– ACT I, lines 616-625

LUKE: (to ALICE) I have no idea.

MS. JACKSON: I was wrong to bring her here. I exposed her to my husband's lust. I knew it would happen; I wanted it. I wanted to see her crushed. I wanted the pain inflicted on me to be passed upon another. I apologize. It was wrong of me to want that. Lord, save Kokomo from this awful scourge. I beg of you. Don't let her live like this in shame. Don't let this sodomy continue!

LUKE: Sheila.

ALICE: Did you hear that?

LUKE: If you had to do something wrong to do something right, you would do it. Say I had to bail blokes up 'cause they were all crook in the head; that'd be bloody beaut - if I had to do it.

ALICE: What are you talking about?

LUKE: Do you know what Kokomo is trying to do?

ALICE: Yes.

LUKE: You do?

ALICE: We just talked about it.

– ACT I, lines 1052-1061

ALICE: Interesting.

KOKOMO: Hardly.

ALICE: Why did he leave?

KOKOMO: He was looking for a warmer climate.

ALICE: That makes sense.

KOKOMO: Instead he found my mother. She is a Catholic. He is nothing. She tried to beat it into him. He started beating back. It got bloody. I had never fit well into the tribal network. It was easy for me to leave. Nevertheless, I'd give anything to go back and farm my own land.

– ACT I, lines 840-845

LESBIAN: It's a tiny bug that invades trees and makes them grow abnormal clumps of tissue. It doesn't have to be a tree. I remember my mother's rose-hedge suffering from gall. I had absolutely no idea what it was. I thought it was some kind of strange flower. It started growing these round, fluffy balls of blood-red fiber. I thought it was gorgeous. It has its own name - a beautiful one. It's known as Robin's pincushion.

MS. JACKSON: Oh, Heavens! My pincushion: it's still missing. I'm sorry, Homo. I didn't mean to interrupt.

LESBIAN: It's not a problem.

MS. JACKSON: I don't understand. Who could've taken it?

LESBIAN: Somebody close to you.

MS. JACKSON: Who?

LESBIAN: More importantly, why?

MS. JACKSON: It's only a pincushion.

LESBIAN: I thought it was more than that.

MS. JACKSON: To my family - not to anybody else.

– ACT I, lines 505-514

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Usage of Blood 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.

A man climbs to the roof to replace the shingles. He is calling my name. A boy appears beside him. Their work is long and tedious. The man must pause. He removes his hat to wipe his brow. My comrade and I shudder. The man is our son. His head bald as a goose's egg. His face wan as the moon. Our gasps of terror send us hurtling into the sky.

– from “Shovels Fall,” an interesting story about the cycle of bloodshed throughout history

I was the smartest. I was the strongest. So I survived. That's life. That's what needed to happen. But what happened to my sister. When I came home. What she did? That was a pity. It was unnecessary. My sister didn't need to love a Curiazo. They were the enemy. She could've had a bit more sense than that. I don't blame her. Love is love. She did what she had to do. That's the truth of it. My sister wanted to die. That's why she attacked me.

– from “The Testament of Publio Orazio,” a horror story without much blood or gore coming straight out of Roman mythology

"I sacrificed the universe," said Orbitz. "Our son will be there to see me do it." Sara Lee caressed Orbitz's hand. It was agony. "We don't have much time," said Orbitz. "Listen carefully. A creature will come aboard the Nautilus. It was born to a Astrazeneca princess of the royal blood. It is an extremely powerful telepath. If it sees you or a live image of you and knows where you are it is capable of receiving a picture of your thoughts in its mind. It doesn't matter how far away you are. Its brain works like a natural quantum entangler. It cannot be blocked."

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

Both of my brothers died up on that hill. I would've died too if I hadn't run. What was I supposed to do. Both my brothers were dead. All three of those damn Curiazi were still alive. They were bloodied alright but they were still shooting. I couldn't hold all three of them off at the same time. I ran. Right down the hill. I made those Curiazi brothers chase me. Find me. That's what saved me. That's how I won. I picked them off one after the other.

– from “The Testament of Publio Orazio,” a horror story without a lot of screaming coming straight out of Roman mythology

We were holy. That's another thing people don't realize about me. They think I'm some kind of scumbag without religion. That's phony. I pray. You know, I go to church. It's kind of hard not to in this country. But it can be done. It can be avoided. But I don't. Just cause, you know, I deal in dope and prostitution and, you know, cigarette smuggling doesn't mean I can't go to church. Or I shouldn't go. I have a right to believe.

– from “The Testament of Publio Orazio,” a horror story without much blood or gore coming straight out of Roman mythology

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Collocation of Blood in the Fiction Corpus

Table of Collocation for the Word "Blood."

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 blood that appears in the pair.

TypeWORDFrequency
TOTAL # of occurencesMCDONALDSJESUSSEXTSIGAJACKSONDINGBATS
modern/sloppybiblical/tersepoetic/high-browhard/fasttalkymixed salad
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I have yet to perform a collocation analysis of "blood." I hope I can get it done sometime soon. -Michal

Love is the answer...

What are we waiting for? Let's accept it!

Are you a eunuch?

The art show that defies abuse

St. Sebastian

Wall art symbolizing strength and protest

St. Sebastian was a member of the Roman Emperor's praetorian guard who had the audacity to teach Christian values while on the job. I think active duty American military men and women who don't vote or who don't publicly express a political opinion because of the uniform are either being idiotic or are being cowed by the threat of punishment from a superior. Either way, they're eunuchs. My purpose in creating the St. Sebastian Series is to put the flesh and face of the true soldier front and center. The good soldier puts his mission ahead of himself. He often ends up dead. The true soldier knows a bad mission when he sees one and he isn't afraid to say it. Saint Sebastian was not a cow, despite what clever people would have you believe. Saint Sebastian is a patron saint for all protestors who face the arrows of the mob for speaking out.

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Michal's Sales Pitch
Lot 1: Silesian Handicrafts

  1. T-shirt fundraiser for sale

    Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser for sale.

    Last T-Shirt with the logo that I designed. Pointer

    From a set of, I believe, twenty produced by Margo and given out to a portion of the last 20 women to finish the 20th anniversary Fiat Road Race in Bielsko-Biała, cf. the movie. This is the last one left in it's original packaging and my supporters - like the poor women of Bielsko - are going to have to fight for it. Whoever invests the most money with me, and who lets me borrow it to invest in the next lot, will not only be rewarded with some beautiful piece of art, but will get this priceless t-shirt as a reward for being my top supporter. $1000.00 or best offer. Remember to authorize me to hold the sum as credit against a future purchase and to authorize me to borrow against it.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #1 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  2. Felt handbag for sale

    Handcrafted felt handbag for sale.

    Felt bag by Dorota. Pointer

    Entirely hand-sewn. Base: polyester felt, 100% PE. Motif: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Unique and inimitable design. Inside: cotton fabric, closes with zipper, inside pocket. Available now for $220.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #2 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  3. Decorative collar for sale

    Handcrafted decorative collar for sale.

    Decorative collar by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Ethnic layered cloth jewelry constructed on a cotton base and adorned with ribbons, tassels, and a yellow fringe. Fastened on the side with 11 buttons, fitted entirely with a pleasant lining. The style is an Indo-Asian-African multinational color combination. The collar is very extravagant and an extraordinary addition to any clothing, guaranteed to attract attention. Just a simple dress and a unique image is ready. Dry-cleaning recommended. Available now for $200.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #3 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  4. Seamless handbag for sale

    Handcrafted seamless handbag for sale.

    Handbag by Sylwia. Pointer

    Handmade from felted all-natural Australian and South American wool. Entirely felted, seamless. Finished with a white lining, inside is a small pocket. Lining is sewn and stitched in by hand. Available now for $180.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #4 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  5. Patchwork quilt for sale

    Handcrafted patchwork quilt for sale.

    Patchwork quilt by Alicja. Pointer

    Bedspread made of cotton and polyester material. Inserted with polyester lining. 90 by 70 cm. Available now for $120.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #5 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  6. Nuno-felt shawl for sale

    Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl for sale.

    Shawl by Sylwia. Pointer

    Scarf made ​​with the nuno felting technique (wet felting fibre into a silk gauze) using South American wool. Two-sided scarf with latticework at the ends. Wholly in the colors red, black, green in an abstract pattern. Available now for $100.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #6 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  7. Clara the doll for sale

    Handcrafted clara the doll for sale.

    Clara by Alicja. Pointer

    Clara loves roses and greenery, adores tormenting spiders with long legs and sleeping soundly in the afternoon. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #7 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  8. Noah the doll for sale

    Handcrafted noah the doll for sale.

    Noah by Alicja. Pointer

    Noah doesn't know what to like and what not to like but keeps wondering and thinking about it. Cuddly toy made of cotton and polyester, stuffed with polyester lining. Available now for $70.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #8 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  9. Black suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted black suspenders for sale.

    Black suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders from black material with a rose motif on one side and striped cotton on the other. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #9 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  10. Orange suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted orange suspenders for sale.

    Orange suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and orange material with a Polish floral folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #10 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  11. Green suspenders for sale

    Handcrafted green suspenders for sale.

    Green suspenders by Zuzanna. Pointer

    Two-sided suspenders made of denim and green material with a mountain folk design. Connected by a leather triangle. Adjustable length. Hand washing in cold water recommended. Available now for $50.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #11 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  12. Felt earrings for sale

    Handcrafted felt earrings for sale.

    Felt earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: South American woolen yarn, dyed, 100% wool. Hand-worked with a needle. Pendant of anti-allergenic metal. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #12 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  13. Round ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted round ceramic earrings for sale.

    Round ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #13 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  14. Oblong ceramic earrings for sale

    Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings for sale.

    Oblong ceramic earrings by Dorota. Pointer

    Material: Glazed ceramics, hand-molded. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #14 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

  15. 'Coral' necklace for sale

    Handcrafted 'coral' necklace for sale.

    Corals by Sylwia. Pointer

    Necklace made ​​of cotton pieces with organdy and decorated with beads, suspended on cotton strings. Can be worn as a necklace, as a brooch or as a belt tied at the side. Available now for $40.00. Ships free of additional charge via USPS (uninsured) unless otherwise directed.

    To purchase please mail a USPS money order in an envelope clearly marked Lot #1/Item #15 to M. Slaby at house number 201 on Ridge Road in the town of West Milford, in the state of New Jersey, one of the beautiful United States of America. The postal code is 07480-3112.

Handcrafted t-shirt fundraiser
Handcrafted felt handbag
Handcrafted decorative collar
Handcrafted seamless handbag
Handcrafted patchwork quilt
Handcrafted nuno-felt shawl
Handcrafted clara the doll
Handcrafted noah the doll
Handcrafted black suspenders
Handcrafted orange suspenders
Handcrafted green suspenders
Handcrafted felt earrings
Handcrafted round ceramic earrings
Handcrafted oblong ceramic earrings
Handcrafted 'coral' necklace