Hm. My head is still burning. What a strange and horrifying vision, but at least, I can still talk to those I love.
The last bottle of its kind. I feel a bit of a kinship with it. Hm, I wonder how much it would take to own it. I wonder even more if I have enough to give in order to have it.
Still, it's better to wish for what may be impossible than nothing at all.
[filter: newcomer police officers | so very hackable]
So there are little barriers to hide one's words. Few people used them to speak with me, but it seems like it takes even more time to learn them myself. How interesting.
Anyway, I also heard talk of the various searches that one can perform on a suspect. It is a little amusing ... I thought torture and humiliation was no longer accepted in this day and age, but it seems like you found other means to exact such on those who do wrong, is that not right?