Vanity. Ares

prep,’ I thought, 'not even a second of thought.'
But in the van driving back I realised Anais’
stupidity was that which underpinned so many
others in society; of the bliss of ignorance. For this
we are all guilty. Even you! On arrival back to the
prison cell the silence within it felt as if it was
eating away at the freedom in my mind, of which I
had gauged reduced by perhaps another 30%. The
melody of my mood tranquil from the routine I
was all too familiar with. Out the window the
empty yard spoke of this nothingness.
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Chapter 7 — The Final Act: Voodoo, Avocado &
Rolling Stone
That night, after the trial’s verdict, I
remember a fly buzzing in my cell. The fly got my
attention whilst I laid down on the bed in the
dark. Out of boredom I spent quite a while that
night listening, trying to watch the fly. I soon felt
as insignificant as that fly, because I felt my
control on the world around me had reduced to a
level of severe powerlessness. Justice or injustice I
was left with a feeling of not knowing the
difference between my conscious and unconcious
sober. The pain felt declined by the sombreness of
it's slow release. How else is there to feel? I said to
myself: 'I am agnostic in my happiness!' Just as
Rambone had said.
After a while, when the fly flew innocently
around me it felt as if it was unaware of my ability
to Murder it, and then it actually landed right on
my nose. When perched on the edge of my nose I
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