For decades, few people noticed that legislators in Providence had deleted crucial language from Rhode Island state law in 1980. It wasn’t until a 2003 court case that police, to their chagrin, discovered they couldn’t prevent prostitutes and their customers from engaging in commercial exchange.
For the next six years until legislators corrected their error, the oldest profession was not a crime in Rhode Island — and public health and public safety substantially improved as a result, according toa new working paperfrom the National Bureau of Economic Research. The statewide incidence of gonorrhea among women declined by 39 percent, and the number of rapes reported to police in the state declined by 31 percent, according to the paper.
Funny how a policy that reduced the incidence of rape and gonorrhea by considerable margins is being reported as a “error.”
don’t hold your tongue i know we’re done i’m not an idiot there’s no coming back from where we’ve been and who we’ve been with but these are not the people we thought that we would touch but i’m scared that if i see you i’ll start missing you too much
i know i felt like home a year ago when this was new we’ll learn who we are when we drift apart when we drift but when did we become so old tomorrow i turn twenty four and i’m still chasing the dreams we had in high school
now we’re clinging onto objects that someone else had touched in hopes that we still smell them in the fabric and the dust i took the book you wrote me and i tore it into shreds but i still keep it in a shoe box in a space next to my bed i want to hold you until i’m empty and i’ve got nothing left so when you let me go could you do it slow
and i’m sorry that i went away i just needed some time to make the pain into something you can hold
The weight came and went and took my will to live Spoiled by defeat, forced to drown in what’s left of me That’s when breathing became routine And I could feel myself fading No direction, I am a compass Constantly spinning Constantly searching for the end Never reaching our destination But the goal was never when Or where Or who… It was only you I appeared in your arms as if I had been born there You promised you’d never let me go But I don’t know what I believe anymore Affection allowed me to let the light in The fear made me whole again Help me rebuild my broken bones Help me regain my sanity But with caution always present Our pasts manifest themselves And we act as if this is what we deserve But I refuse to fail again I’d force my ghost to write your name in the flowers on my grave I watched the world give up on me I used to spend my nights praying for air in my bloodstream Now I long to feel your breath pass throughout my arteries The goal was never when Or where Or who… It was only you I appeared in your arms as if I had been born there You promised you’d never let me go But I don’t know what I believe anymore Fill me with your faith and let me leave I’m scratching at my skin to take my mind off the absence we’ve created The lines blur together like the veins in my arms And I wish I wasn’t so alone You are the difference between hell and home