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The outcast was never informed of his sentence.
No gavel pronounced the full stop.
A jury of his peers could not find one among them willing to take the responsibility.
And so he wandered among them and they remained politely non-committal.
He came to the conclusion that he must have said something wrong.
No gavel pronounced the full stop.
A jury of his peers could not find one among them willing to take the responsibility.
And so he wandered among them and they remained politely non-committal.
He came to the conclusion that he must have said something wrong.
4 comments:
I come to that conclusion often.
No one belongs in this sorry excuse for civilization. Some adapt and become unable to survive without it.
the visual and the fable are nicely suited.
ah, the wounds of civil societies...
Gerry: gotcha!
Jeff: the curse of the loner
Yodood:"this sorry excuse for civilization" - it appears to stem from the loss of personal responsibility
Harlequin: wounds inflicted by proxy
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