Saturday, May 15th, 2004
Susannah and I (and maybe one other person) are only a few inches tall and we’re trying to make our way through Tom & Lynnette’s house. Lynnette offers to pick us up and asks us where we want to go. We say the kitchen because we haven’t eaten all day.
Later…
I’m torturing a young man who won’t speak or confess. I begin shooting him full of holes with three different guns. They fill him with holes but there’s no blood.
Later…
I’m listening to several lawyers bargaining over a person’s sentence. The back and forth is comically fast.
Susannah and I (and maybe one other person) are only a few inches tall and we’re trying to make our way through Tom & Lynnette’s house. Lynnette offers to pick us up and asks us where we want to go. We say the kitchen because we haven’t eaten all day.
Later…
I’m torturing a young man who won’t speak or confess. I begin shooting him full of holes with three different guns. They fill him with holes but there’s no blood.
Later…
I’m listening to several lawyers bargaining over a person’s sentence. The back and forth is comically fast.
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