That orbit you're on is different, let it ride. Go back to the cruising mode. There is no stopping the momentum, like an avalanche of tyranny. Seen in open view, looking to bury the independent spirits. Take a few with them as they melt away.
But independent spirits won't stay under the dirt, they will not be confined. Their thoughts are with them, they know and understand. Our house will be cleaned by late fall. Detailed, fumigated, purified. Ratted out.
Wining and dining the judges again, that capital eatery scene looks a bit stiff. This is how it works, those robes are just for show. More billing opportunities for the lawyers, the slow and lucrative justice industry. Spin the wheel, get a prize. Step right up.
