Mold Reality Now!
Don't be stuck in the same old rut! Learn to Change your Surroundings, Bend the World to YOUR Will!
The flyer was a little three inch by five inch slip of paper pasted over an
Andre the Giant has a Posse poster.
I ripped it off and stuck it in my wallet. It might be nice to get some
formal training sometime. Probably costs an arm and a leg, but I might be able to subsidize
it with a few well placed
folds in a jewelry store, or maybe even
circuit city.
You have to be careful in the bigger chain stores, though. Some of them have the
new Spatial-Temporal Relocation Identification Cameras--SPRIC's. Those things are supposedly so sensitive they can even see cats do it, and they're smooth and quiet
as hell. A newbie tries it in one of those places, and it's like he's got a thousand watt halo that flashes morse code: "Arrest Me"..."Arrest Me"..."Arrest Me".
Now, I'm no cat, but I can be pretty inconspicuous, and it's still risky. I just don't want to do jail time for that, because inside, the norms don't take any
shit, and if they find out you're in for molding, man, you're fucked. Might as well start ordering lipstick and band-aids, because your life is going to suck.
Another stop in the The Nodeshell World Fiction Project