trkearl
I object! and in that moment, informed so thoroughly by Law and Order reruns, moving toward the judge at the podium with my arms raised in gesticulating protest, I objected so performatively as to leave no doubt that I was, in fact, not a lawyer.
under what? where are you? Wonder. Sunder.
thunder? lightning lighting in this room is awful i feel like I'm under on a surgery table but not quite like half of me is anesthetized and the other half is watching the scalpel and oh my god its cutting me and is this what it must be like to have an out of body experience? close enough for rock and roll.