A flower on his grave

Okay, I fail at content. Have some music instead. My soundtrack for the last several days has been a combination of PJ Harvey and the Pixies; I realized earlier that they are music I listen to both when I'm in a bad mood and a good one; sometimes the same songs. This one I just discovered tonight. It's ghostly.

Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to connect it with Saiyūki will be shot.

Who Will Love Me Now? (PJ Harvey)

In the forest is a monster
It has done terrible things
So in the wood it's hiding
And this is the song it sings

Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
You are my desire—I set you free?

Who will forgive and make me live again?
Who will bring me back to the world again?

In the forest is a monster
And it looks so very much like me
Will someone hear me singing?
Please save me, please rescue me

Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?
Who will say to me
You are my desire—I set you free?

Who will love me now?
Who will ever love me?

Rub it better till it bleeds

I'm sure everyone else heard about this weeks ago, but I am behind the times:

Inmates in South Carolina could soon find that a kidney is worth 180 days.

Lawmakers are considering legislation that would let prisoners donate organs or bone marrow in exchange for time off their sentences.

A state Senate panel on Thursday endorsed creating an organ-and-tissue donation program for inmates. But legislators postponed debate on a measure to reduce the sentences of participating prisoners, citing concern that federal law may not allow it.

"I think it's imperative that we go all out and see what we can do," said the bills' chief sponsor, Democratic Sen. Ralph Anderson. "I would like to see us get enough donors that people are no longer dying."

Paging Mr. Niven . . .