My banners stopped cars. A bird flew backwards overhead; high winds, wrongly taken as a good sign.
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The old female football player paced over there somewhere. She gestured, suggesting to an undefined audience that she was about to phone someone. I was suspicious that she would call on Green troops.
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I was overtaken by Earth’s Spirit. Tibetan bells rang. Ice slid down Himalayan slopes. A vixen wept.
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I stood. In the middle of all these roads. A woman emerged from her house nearby. She spoke calmly in the middle with me. She asked, ‘Can I talk to you for a minute?’, then escalated like a rocket, screaming and shouting. Tableau of holier-than-thou Green troops in the background.
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Direct action is to wake this woman up to living hell. Green troops will stand, stare and vote as they clean their rifles squeaky clean.
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A troop finally intervened, apparently on my behalf. ‘Well you’ve just shown your ignorance’ he said to the woman. This troop wants me in his army. The army neat on the roadside as I slow the fossil-fuelled traffic.
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The woman, the public, is confused. ‘I will wait for the police if you want’, I said. ‘Why?’ she replied, ‘You haven’t done anything wrong’.
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