Plot
A young girl is framed for a crime she didn't commit and sent to the state penitentiary, which is run by a crooked warden and a corrupt staff. A reporter manages to get herself sent to the prison so she can expose the brutal conditions and prove the girl's innocence.
Keywords: female-impersonator, female-nudity, jail-break, lesbian, lesbian-sex, nudity, prison, shower, spoof, w.i.p
Only he knew it was...a time for dying
Cauliflower is one of several vegetables in the species Brassica oleracea, in the family Brassicaceae. It is an annual plant that reproduces by seed. Typically, only the head (the white curd) is eaten. The cauliflower head is composed of a white inflorescence meristem. Cauliflower heads resemble those in broccoli, which differs in having flower buds.
Its name is from Latin caulis (cabbage) and flower,. Brassica oleracea also includes cabbage, brussels sprouts, kale, broccoli, and collard greens, though they are of different cultivar groups.
For such a highly modified plant, cauliflower has a long history. François Pierre La Varenne employed chouxfleurs in Le cuisinier françois. They had been introduced to France from Genoa in the 16th century, and are featured in Olivier de Serres' Théâtre de l'agriculture (1600), as cauli-fiori "as the Italians call it, which are still rather rare in France; they hold an honorable place in the garden because of their delicacy", but they did not commonly appear on grand tables until the time of Louis XIV.
Sarah Carey is a former Esat Telecom employee and former columnist for The Sunday Timesand The Irish Times. She is currently a radio presenter on Newstalk and has presented for TV3. She resigned from The Irish Times in March 2011 after an appearance on national television during which she defended leaking information from the Moriarty Tribunal about political donations from Denis O'Brien to Irish political parties.
Carey has a degree in History from Trinity College, Dublin and a post-graduate diploma in Business Studies from the Michael Smurfit Business School in University College Dublin. She has performed freelance PR/marketing work for a number of companies and the political party Fine Gael. She has also worked for Esat Digifone.
In 2002, she began writing the blog GUBU, "An Irish woman’s social, political and domestic commentary". Then Sunday Times Irish Editor Fiona McHugh, offered Carey a column after reading the blog. The Sunday Times column ended when she started writing a weekly opinion column for The Irish Times in 2008. The blog also ended in 2008.
A small decrepit seed is in my hand
That reminds me of your face
Do you still have the other one?
I hope you didn't throw it away
They said that you are more than I deserve
But you said to me you like my smirk
When I washed my face, you kissed me out of the blue
And I gazed upon you to sing like this
Tell me my darling! Why do you love me? Da na na na na na na
I'm so ugly. What a pity! Da na na na na na na
A small decrepit seed is in my hand
That's telling me my face
Do you still make a wish to it?
I hope you didn't smash it up
Someday the pit will sprout up in the sky
Then you'll say to me you like my smack
When the flowers are out, I'll kiss you out of the blue
Badlees, The
The Unfortunate Result Of Spare Time
She's The Woman
She's the woman i chose to own me
She's the woman i gave the reigns
She picks me up when i'm feelin' lonely
She pays the bills, i can't complain
She's the woman who understands
She's the woman who loves her man
She's the woman who stayed in college
She's the woman got an mba
She's using all her higher knowledge
She got me where i am today
She's the woman who understands
She's the woman who loves her man
She's the woman i've been looking for
She wakes me up and helps me off the floor
She's the woman who does the drivin'
She takes me there, then she gets me home
I don't have to be out there buyin'
She sits with me while i drink alone
She's the woman who understands
Fell in love with a boy from the city
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Still got cauliflower ears from when her voice first hit me
And a swollen lip, from when her lyrics first kissed me
As I went to pull away ever so gently bit me
Within those three days it gets no better
We were inseparable; no-one could seper-
-rate us make us question our status
It was like someone, somehow found a way to syncopate us
And it'll stay that way forever, in my mind that is
Coz it was a stolen three days and a stolen kiss
And although those three days I sorely miss
I own those three days when I write like this
I fell in love with a girl from the city
You're all I want, you're all I need
You are the one for me
You hold me close, you hold me near
You are the one for me
The pain I feel when you leave
You are the one for me
You're all I want and all I see
You are the one for me
Fell in love with a boy from the city
I fell in love with a girl from the city
Still got cauliflower ears from when her voice first hit me
And a swollen lip, from when her lyrics first kissed me
And when I went to pull back ever so gently bit me
I still hear her sometimes but it's not the same
Like when you get a pen and paper and write your name
Over and over and over again
Although it hasn't, in the end it somehow seems to change
But I feel right now I must stress
That I write this with a smile on my face and nothing less
Coz when I think about the times we waste on regrets
I realise for those three days I was blessed