Monday, September 13, 2010


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.


Gerry Boyd said...


JeffScape said...

I come to that conclusion often.

Yodood said...

No one belongs in this sorry excuse for civilization. Some adapt and become unable to survive without it.

Harlequin said...

the visual and the fable are nicely suited.
ah, the wounds of civil societies...

Pisces Iscariot said...

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