But even then, the woman in my head wonders aloud: Which laws would tweeps actually be violating? The ones in the jailer’s head or the ones that will be made to vomit what they have not swallowed? And, how does he intend to compile a list of offenders? In a dream or by climbing through his contrived ladder of illegality to peer at the ‘sin-yard’? I am reminded of how pretend jailers share space with comedians in a democrazy.
Yesterday, the falcon could not hear the falconer; today, things have fallen apart; and, the centre cannot hold anymore.
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