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URGENT BULLETIN: According to shamans in Thailand, you can carry your soul in a paper ball. Go Thailand.
"Fucking beaners!" he cried, a sudden outburst that was the most prime example of a non-sequitur ever seen in the grandiose courtroom. "What, pray tell, are beaners? And how does their fucking concern the royal court?" Questioned the head judge, as he eyed down the accused. The man squirmed under his glare, unable to answer. In fact, he didn't know what he had said himself. His mind had been doing this for weeks now, it was like his mind's eye was shattered and he saw in all directions and times. Sometimes he'd believe he was a different person for long times, sometimes he'd call things out, sometimes he'd believe he was somewhere else. Understandably, in such a state it is difficult to control one's actions. Hence, he finds himself in semi-stable mind confronted by a round bench of judges wearing blue opera masks and huge wigs with white curls. Cloaked in a shimmery black, they sit stone still, excluding the one that is obviously the head of the others. He sits 3 feet higher than the others and of course, has the largest wig. It is so large, in fact, it seems to be weighing his head down, and he slouches like a man whose job it was to bow to the people entering a very popular building.
And there he sat, watching the wretched, filthy, notably crazed man writhing on the floor ten feet below his judicial throne. Pity had long since been seen swiftly out of all of the judges by the neverending parade of brutal, lying men that saw no evil in their malicious deeds. Not even a shadow of it showed now, and this was one of the most deserving cases in some time. "Very well. It is obvious that you are incapable of sensible speech. Death by way of beheading." The last words were said with a tired finality, what you'd expect from a man who has sentenced nearly every person who entered the court to death. Considering such, it was not seen as a court so much as simply a room where you went before whatever death they chose for you. And the functions of the many judges is a mystery, only the head judge ever said anything, let alone moved.
eh, maybe I'll write more later.
"Fucking beaners!" he cried, a sudden outburst that was the most prime example of a non-sequitur ever seen in the grandiose courtroom. "What, pray tell, are beaners? And how does their fucking concern the royal court?" Questioned the head judge, as he eyed down the accused. The man squirmed under his glare, unable to answer. In fact, he didn't know what he had said himself. His mind had been doing this for weeks now, it was like his mind's eye was shattered and he saw in all directions and times. Sometimes he'd believe he was a different person for long times, sometimes he'd call things out, sometimes he'd believe he was somewhere else. Understandably, in such a state it is difficult to control one's actions. Hence, he finds himself in semi-stable mind confronted by a round bench of judges wearing blue opera masks and huge wigs with white curls. Cloaked in a shimmery black, they sit stone still, excluding the one that is obviously the head of the others. He sits 3 feet higher than the others and of course, has the largest wig. It is so large, in fact, it seems to be weighing his head down, and he slouches like a man whose job it was to bow to the people entering a very popular building.
And there he sat, watching the wretched, filthy, notably crazed man writhing on the floor ten feet below his judicial throne. Pity had long since been seen swiftly out of all of the judges by the neverending parade of brutal, lying men that saw no evil in their malicious deeds. Not even a shadow of it showed now, and this was one of the most deserving cases in some time. "Very well. It is obvious that you are incapable of sensible speech. Death by way of beheading." The last words were said with a tired finality, what you'd expect from a man who has sentenced nearly every person who entered the court to death. Considering such, it was not seen as a court so much as simply a room where you went before whatever death they chose for you. And the functions of the many judges is a mystery, only the head judge ever said anything, let alone moved.
eh, maybe I'll write more later.