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Significant Gesture Creation And Use by Oliver X
May 11th, 2006 11:26 AM
The Gesture I Made To Describe Tasks Done Like I Originally Did This One
So I made up a gesture and a little story to go along with it. Read it below. Trouble with it is this: it's not really just a little story, it's all true. Which means: it's from Before. And using stuff from Before is not really in the spirit of the Game.
So I humbly submit this new gesture, which has sadly seen a fair amount of use lately.
...
The Gang Sign We Invented In Prison
...And so I found myself in jail again, the nine of us facing a
collective 20 felony charges of trespassing and resisting arrest.
Apparently passive resistance isn't popular with Atlanta police. After
throwing our limp bodies off the riot van onto the concrete floor,
dragging us by our hair through booking, and screaming bloody murder
at us when we refused to speak, they confined us to separate cells.
Lockdown. Suicide watch.
Our entrance made a nice impression on the other inmates who decided
we were not to be fucked with. It probably helped that they'd seen us
on TV calmly staring down an army of police in riot gear.
Over the next few days, we communicated across occassional lines of
sight by slowly signing letters of the alphabet. Lawyers? Bail?
Medical attention? Media? Preliminary hearing? Transfer to state? Six
months before trial? Where are we gonna eat when we get out of here
and break our hunger strike? Soul Vegetarian, brother.
And of course we needed our own hardcore pacifist vegan gang sign
(read "v gun"). Represent.
So I made up a gesture and a little story to go along with it. Read it below. Trouble with it is this: it's not really just a little story, it's all true. Which means: it's from Before. And using stuff from Before is not really in the spirit of the Game.
So I humbly submit this new gesture, which has sadly seen a fair amount of use lately.
...
The Gang Sign We Invented In Prison
...And so I found myself in jail again, the nine of us facing a
collective 20 felony charges of trespassing and resisting arrest.
Apparently passive resistance isn't popular with Atlanta police. After
throwing our limp bodies off the riot van onto the concrete floor,
dragging us by our hair through booking, and screaming bloody murder
at us when we refused to speak, they confined us to separate cells.
Lockdown. Suicide watch.
Our entrance made a nice impression on the other inmates who decided
we were not to be fucked with. It probably helped that they'd seen us
on TV calmly staring down an army of police in riot gear.
Over the next few days, we communicated across occassional lines of
sight by slowly signing letters of the alphabet. Lawyers? Bail?
Medical attention? Media? Preliminary hearing? Transfer to state? Six
months before trial? Where are we gonna eat when we get out of here
and break our hunger strike? Soul Vegetarian, brother.
And of course we needed our own hardcore pacifist vegan gang sign
(read "v gun"). Represent.