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I am inspired. In the court room; waiting, Feeling Well Groomed.    I am in a state of psychological superiority. Everybody look at me. separation from all avenues, Or at least the current case. I match the formal dress criteria almost well enough to blend in with the wolves. No. I am the wolf, They are the pigs. There are drawings all over my three piece suit.    I am the Zen master in the waiting room. I play fruit ninja. My slices are precise and direct. I go for combos, and I let my posture decide its own careless angle. I remain a casual-clay reduction of societal judgement. Am I it innately? Am I somehow powerful? One girl is so nervous that her knees buckle in front of the blonde judge, who looks as if she used to be beautiful. When she makes her plea, her voice trembles. If she were in front of a firing squad, I think, Not even that could make her seem more fragile. When I step up I smile. I don't think I was supposed to smile. Littering charge, minimum fine: $20 She charged me $70 I left feeling totally enlightened. And just a little ****** off.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
Court
I am inspired. In the court room; waiting, Feeling Well Groomed.    I am in a state of psychological superiority. Everybody look at me. separation from all avenues, Or at least the current case. I match the formal dress criteria almost well enough to blend in with the wolves. No. I am the wolf, They are the pigs. There are drawings all over my three piece suit.    I am the Zen master in the waiting room. I play fruit ninja. My slices are precise and direct. I go for combos, and I let my posture decide its own careless angle. I remain a casual-clay reduction of societal judgement. Am I it innately? Am I somehow powerful? One girl is so nervous that her knees buckle in front of the blonde judge, who looks as if she used to be beautiful. When she makes her plea, her voice trembles. If she were in front of a firing squad, I think, Not even that could make her seem more fragile. When I step up I smile. I don't think I was supposed to smile. Littering charge, minimum fine: $20 She charged me $70 I left feeling totally enlightened. And just a little ****** off.
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Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
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