May 18, 2001.
STILL IN CONFINEMENT,
AND SOLEMN AS A SHIV TO THE SPLEEN.
(Home On The Range, or In Cell Block C.)
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At those times when ordinary
men feel trapped & imprisoned,
they blame it on the physical
circumstances,
or other people’s behavior;
an uncommon few sense the source
of the restraint to lie elsewhere;
their overriding question then
becomes: Where?
What is the origin of my feelings
of internal confinement?
How come I to seem a prisoner
within myself?
And while humanity at large
brings up commonly recognized,
tangible targets to reprove
for their passing sensations of
being constrained,
the few generally fall into
fits of identifying their captor as
some fanciful entity from fairytale
land.
Everyone is within their intellectual
rights to feel in captivity;
only the totally deranged would
not;
but beyond this --
the road becomes rutted, muddied,
and much uncertain to readily
available mental perspectives
of the matter --
and yet…………....it is actually quite simple.
When, concerning his internal
life, a man says:
”I feel imprisoned,”
the thing calling itself “I”
in the statement -- is the prison:
the one and only,
and the only one from which
a man can walk away.
You cannot escape, The Laws Of
Physics,
but a man can liberate himself
from, The Restraints Of Dreamland,
and all it takes is the clear
recognition of their existence.
* * *
A man sans a solidified mind
has a cell door with weak hinges.
* * *
The reason that men presumably
have more fun than say,
a warthog is that they spend
a large part of their lives
in a pleasant dream.
* * *
Within the general mental-prison
population,
those who need help will ask
for help.
Fact:
Those who ask for help in this area
need more than mere “help”.
* * *
Education is the herd’s attempt
to turn hormones into neurons.
From a sow’s
ear can but a sow ear hair extend.
“Well, thank god,
anyway, for the small things.”
“I resent that!”
* * *
Due to the laws governing the
transfer of energy:
all prisoners eventually fall
into the crevice of their own advice.
“Look out below!”
"There ain’t no below!………leastwise, below
me,”
“Oh.
Sorry about that.”
* * *
Definition:
Sharing The
Mind Of The Herd:
Having been murdered with no sign of a weapon.
“What’s the difference
anyway between being in prison,
and being
in the herd?”
“Cows in kilts, and au natural -- UPSTAIRS!”
“Oh
-- I get cha! …….(I think?!?)”
* * *
After hearing the benefits of
one night stands described as
being that in so brief a period
you cannot be exposed to
the worst of other people’s
faults,
one man decided to apply the
treatment to other people’s ideas.
“Don’t let the door
hit you in the ass.”
from the
bed, shouted the limbic to the cortex.
* * *
If, (as is commonly held), everything
in the intellectual realm
is either: true or false,
what does this leave an independent
mind to do?
(In the rec yard,
the most popular form of entertainment
among the
cons is -- sulking.)
Ordinary prison minds must dream
of the impossible --
-- to keep themselves
from actually attempting it.
* * *
You are not forced to eat every
morsel of food
placed before you,
why assume you must think every
thought?!
In the free world of the rich-&-privileged:
Only he who entertains himself
IS truly -- entertained.
* * *
A dog lays where he wants to;
a rabid dog lays where his virus
tells him to.
Who, pray tell, packed your
bed roll?
The dog’s in the cage;
the rabies in the dog,
and all is right with the world……….of
the pound.
“Is it my imagination,
or have you lost weight?”
said, (in a pseudo-complimentary
voice),
the thalamus to
his wrinkled neighbor above.
“Oh: ‘pound’ --
‘lose weight’ -- I get it,
and it ain’t funny!”
“Okay, so report me to the
Department Of Reticular Formation;
it’s their fault anyway for even allowing me to be
alert enough to think of it.”
Then spake Neural
The Younger to the older, supporting players:
”Think the thought I pray you,
trippingly on the frontal lobes,
but if you mechanically mouth
it & mangle it
as many of your associates do,
I had as lief it ne’er occurred
in me.”
Talk is not just
cheap -- talk invented
cheap.
J
......and cheap talk IS
prison.
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