He spent 23 hours a day alone in a 6 foot by 12 foot cell. He was given one hour’s exercise, in which he walked figures of eight in an empty room. He wasn’t allowed to sleep after being wakened at 5 am. If he tried to, he would be immediately made to stand up by the guards who were not allowed to converse with him. Every five minutes the guards checked on him asking if he was okay in which he was required to respond in some affirmative manner. During the evening, if the guards couldn’t see him clearly because of a blanket over his head or from being curled up against the wall, they’d awaken him in order to ensure he was okay. Each of his meals were eaten in his cell and he didn’t have sheets or a pillow or personal items of any kind. Anonymous caught wind of this and created a #FreeTopiary campaign that stood against the harsh conditions and torture Gardenslayer was forced to face. The reason for his apparent torture was to break him and have him implicate other ‘Anons’ as well as give up some of his own sources and information. As far as he knew, there was no way Scotland Yard could have known about the delicate vital information he had purposefully sent to the editors of Infinity News Network… Continue reading “Infinity 3.” »
With the windows rolled down and the summer pop-punk music blasting, the two friends cruised the Garden State Parkway at 75 miles per hour, heading south onto the Jersey Cape as the sun disappeared to the west, its streaks reflecting off aviators while a salty scent of ocean air swept through the vintage 80’s K-car. Their conversation hadn’t stopped in over an hour…
“… It would be simple and affordable. And cute of course. I’d bring her a flower, but just one. Unless it’s a special occasion because I wouldn’t want to overdo it or freak her out. It wouldn’t be a rose either. They’re nice but for a simple date, I’d prefer something, I don’t know, more playful I guess.. like a white carnation.”
“Definitely! And I would leave something on her doorstep because its all about the surprises and what could be better than waking up to something like that?”
“See boss, we’re thinking on those courtly love levels again, and lets be honest with ourselves, that’s just not at all what they really want, even though they’ll say all day that it is.”
The song faded as the car slowed to a stop at the traffic light on Stone Harbor Boulevard, a place that was a heart ache for the driver. Don’t call me peanut by Bayside was next on the ipod shuffle.