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Nineteen years ago, in 1985, four people described a horrific murder and rape of a 68 year old woman from Beatice, Nebraska.� Three of those witnesses Ada JoAnn Taylor, James L. Dean, and Kathy Gonzalez, told investigators that two men Thomas Winslow and Joseph White repeatedly took turns raping the victim while holding her down. Taylor even said she held a pillow over the victim's face during the assault, suffocating her.� These "confessions" led to four convictions.� White was sentenced to life in prison.� Winslow, fearing the death penalty, ultimately admitted to being present at the crime scene, and pled guilty to a reduced charge of aiding and abetting a second degree murder.� Taylor was sentenced to 10 to 40 years for aiding and abetting second degree murder and Dean and Gonzalez each were sentenced to� to 10 years for aiding and abetting second-degree murder.� Case closed, right?

Well, the case was closed for 19 years until earlier this week when new DNA test results, the first to lead to the release of a prisoner in Nebraska, opened the cell doors for Joseph White.� White walked out of prison a free man, proclaiming his innocence, something he had screamed for nearly two decades but which fell upon deaf ears.� Nebraska passed its post-conviction DNA law in 2001.� DNA test results of more than 40 samples submitted to three different crime labs (blood, semen, and hair)� found at the crime scene excluded both White and Winslow.� Based on the results, Saline County District Court Judge Vicky Johnson ruled that while neither man was exonerated by the evidence, both were entitled to relief -- she granted White a new trial and ordered his release, and set Winslow up for a new sentencing hearing.� Winslow is expected to be released later this week with a sentence of time-served and barring some new evidence against White, a new trial is unlikely.�

What has happened to the other defendants is unclear from the articles in the Omaha World Herald News and other sources.� But Jerry Soucie, defense attorney for White, gave a hint of what he thinks happened in the case. He plans on writing a book on the case entitled "Four False Confessions."

Stay tuned for further developments in this potential multiple false confession case.

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My heart skips beats, and races at the mere thought of holding your hand. Butterflies and constant knots fill me to the brim, and I am speechless. And you are so comely, so beautiful and well-composed for this evening beneath the silver moonlight. Another ominous October sky, the lunar crescent attempts to shield her face with a wispy gauze so that no one will experience her complete elegance. Hopelessly, she chases the sun, wishing only to be reunited with her paramour in the heavens far above. Itapos;s unfortunate really, all she ever wants is to hold him, feel his warmth and glow. Still, the race is on until the morning comes..

Helicopters were hovering all around, that night spent on the beach. "This is fact, not fiction," you muttered between your chattering teeth, violently sucking down the nicotine. Feeling it burn your lungs, loving every moment in between drags. And you said you were scared, because you didnapos;t understand how helicopters could fly.. But, I know. They are the most pulchritudinous of all skycrafts, mystical and soaring high above, with their wings whipping around with ferocious speed. Humming me to sleep..

All I want is a sailboat, and some ocean to explore. Paintbrushes and blank canvas. I want to be alone, far from this place, from all that I know. Just me, my thoughts and the open sea.. On some desolate beach, out in the middle of the Mediterranean, surrounded by the grandeur of a once golden city, ancient Greece. With only some cheap wine to keep me company. And I drown myself, And I drown myself.. Basking in the radiant solar glare with a cool breeze combing the hair off my face, Youapos;re all I really need. They say that the captain stayapos;s fast with the ship.. And someday.. Someday I, too, will go down with this briney vessel. Belly up to the clouds, singing my heart out. Can you hear me when I sing?

I love you, just as you are. Full of content, and hands tied down to these lines weapos;ve written..

Words exchanged mean more than you can fathom. Our lives, our perceptions, are entirely based on the foundation of an assortment of sounds. Words, senses, emotions and faith are all we retain in this life.. Am I the only one who finds this to be completely astounding?




2 months ago,
and way beyond a Million miles away.
But each day, I smile
because I feel you standing
right next to me. <3

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Ohhh man, today has been WEIRD.

Last night I stayed up til really early in the morning working on a chem lab and accidentally watching a movie, and decided to sleep in until ten just because I could. Because itapos;s Wednesday, so I CAN :D I donapos;t know what Iapos;m going to do next semester.

Iapos;m still semi-sick, dealing with nose backflow causing me to cough a lot with no result. I woke up and felt like I was chokingggg... D:

Then I got to English and was falling asleep through practically the entire thing where did my my IB-cultivated sleep deprivation resistance go? before Prof suddenly mentioned that the compulsory play attendance... Was tonight. So then I got to go straight to a chem lab, where we synthesized alum from aluminum cans just like in high school except fancier (and except I didnapos;t have a can so I had to go buy a soda from a vending machine and pour it all down a sink just to have the can because I hate soda and it was a waste and WHHHYYYY does this make me so ANNNGRYYY) and then after the loooong lab I ate and then went to the three-hour play... Which was beyond awesome, but I got home at ten-thirty and Iapos;m ready to die.

It was an awesome play though. :apos;D A Servant of Two Masters, commedia dell arte, hilarious and extraordinarily raunchy and just amazing. Semi-traditional, with use of masks and period-related costumes, but nice and modern with local jokes and references mishmash costuming. Lots of fourth-wall breakage. Lots of great voicing. Lots of fun, I highly recommend, would watch again. I seriously did not stop grinning once. A few times I was on the verge of tears from laughing so hard. A+++.

But alas, Iapos;m currently dying of hunger and sleepy, so not a lot of stuff is going to get done. My brain is at the meantime spamming me with ideas for NaNo, and Iapos;m wondering if I shouldnapos;t just try to write words onto different projects, rather than starting something new. Namely, that Arashi fic, or the documents. Junnosuke, wouldnapos;t it be convenient if they let you co-write things for NaNo? We could totally push ourselves to do our fic for then Except, um, I was sick and didnapos;t do the Document(s) and I suppose I just have excuses for everything but Iapos;m seriously really tired right now so Iapos;m going to bed.

For the millionth time. Whoo. (Is this actually a semi-short post?)

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I donapos;t remember why I ever became the way I�am. I�mean, I�had enough love as a child growing up. I have friends. Maybe itapos;s just the fear of losing everyone again? I always lose the things I love. And Iapos;m just not strong enough to fight for anything. I just let it happen. My fear and my constant changing emotions rule my life, and I wish I could break away from it.

I�need people. I�need him. I donapos;t want to be like that. This broken, weak, pathetic girl that canapos;t stand on her own.�Thatapos;s the thing Will always used to pound into my head the most. And itapos;s the only thing I ever trusted him enough to believe. Because I already knew it before he said it. I will never ever grow up. Iapos;ll be an eternal child. Iapos;ll never be able to put myself back together. And he doesnapos;t need me like I�need him. Heapos;s a big boy. He can take care of himself.�But what about me? Who will take care of me if he leaves? I always need taken care of. Iapos;m always looking for someone to baby me, and nurse my wounds.�I remember the last time I talked to Will. "Come back when youapos;ve grown up.�Then we can talk."�Well, you wonapos;t have to worry. It wonapos;t happen.

Abandonment is probably the scariest thing in the world to me. I cling to things so much that eventually I lose them. And Iapos;m trying so hard not to do that. Not to be a big fuck up. But itapos;s hard. I canapos;t like myself.�I try, but I just canapos;t. And everytime he walks out that door, thereapos;s always the thought that maybe this is the time he wonapos;t come back. Because good things just donapos;t last for me. Heapos;s too good for me.� And he lifts me up and always acts like Iapos;m something worth having, and I want to see it. I want to be worth having. I want to be needed. But I think�Iapos;m a little too damaged to rely on.

And it makes me wonder if anyone else is as broken as I am. If anyone else stays up at night thinking about things that will never happen. Thinking about the could have beens, would have beens, and never have beens. I want to scream, kick, shout. Because I�feel like I�have it all figured out. And then I�want to scream, kick, shout because I know nothing at all.�

Old habits are hard to break.
But I wonapos;t let myself get in the way of this.
I wonapos;t let myself ruin this.
Because I want this.
I want this more than anything.
And for once, I want to be strong enough to hold onto it.
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