She shouldn't have sent the letter. She
- She shouldn't have sent the letter. She didn't mean for anyone to read it, but that, too, is a lie. She knew that when she put the words "need" and "fear" on the page,...
- the recipient would put two and two together to get 'fneearrd', or would they be 'dreefaned'? Perhaps 'nearfeed'? She began to worry about the consequences. Words could be twisted,
- She hated words. They were stupid little symbols with no more life than peanut shell paper. Dry, weightless and a bit acrid. People filled these hulls with their own meanings.
- So she stopped using words. She cast meaningful glances at people instead. But they just didn't understand her intent. They thought she was a pervert. She was thrown in jail for
- "solicitation of a minor," whatever that meant. She supposed they thought she was a prostitute or something. Her meaningful glances continued in the courtroom, where she locked eye
- To eye contact while talking to Judge Dread. His dreadlocks were greying and seemed to stop growing at a certain length.
- Jerry the barber gave Judge Dread the stink eye as he sauntered past the shop. Jerry wanted to cut off all those greying dreadlocks and smoke them like cigars. That'd put a
- perp in his pipe and he could damn well choke on the justice. Judge Dread noticed this impinging on his musical thoughts and fogged up Jerry the Barber's mirror. "Wrong Dredd" app
- , awarded for it's outstanding saltiness, was also on Judge Dread's mind. He wondered if the annoying barber could do anything with dread locks, either way the Judge was still mad
- for those purple and yellow striped MaGumba of Sheffield one offs he saw on that beggar woman during last night's raid. If only she had been alive to answer his questions, he could
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LordVacuity Nov 08 2016 @ 16:41
find out where she got them and were they on sale?
LordVacuity Nov 08 2016 @ 16:46
Also, my hulls are only filled with Grecian Finishers and GOATS. Even That Damnable General Custer would think twice before attacking me now. Everyone pauses. Only his eyes gave away his searching.