To show that he is still hip and on top of things, one man starts each day by
pointing to himself in his medicine chest mirror and declaring:
“Okay – show your love and give it up for the young man who's the star of our show!”
(He also announces at the end of each broadcast day that in his hiring practices,
he does not discriminate on the basis of any handicap  –
even the one he so exemplifies.)
 

One man was so impressed by an ad for a stop smoking program that assures:
“We understand that you can’t do it by yourself,” that he joined up --
even though he didn’t smoke,
(noting he): “We should all do what we can to encourage others in creative efforts,
even when they be but verbal.”
 

A father advised a son:
“You need a closed off room in which to toss things:
one you don’t normally see so that you don't feel obliged to keep it neat.”
    “You are talking about an actual room in your house, right?”
(The kid always was a little kidder.)
 

One man’s suggestion:
“If you’re in prison: always use the cheapest version of whatever you need in there.”
Fact.
No one has any hesitancy in shaving someone else's face with the dullest of razors.
 

Conversation.
“I heard it speculated that an awakened man either has the world’s best memory,
or none at all.”
    “Why do you call it speculation?”
 

One guy says he’s begun to sense a certain dynamic whereby the more you have a lock on life, the more firmly it has you in tow.
    (“I guess two good dance partners embrace each other with equal force.”)
 

The ole timer told the kid the following tale:
“There was a guy who wrote and talked about waking up who never became
as famous as he thought he would and finally wrote a story about a man
who talked about waking up who never became famous and who finally
explained his failure as being caused by him being so awake that
others could not comprehend what he was saying,
which in him writing such a tale he figured would lead his readers to think
it was certainly not about him  --  or else he surely would not have written it,
which would keep them from realizing how bitter he was over his lack of popularity.”
    “Wow!  –   pretty slick!”
“Yeah, but it didn’t have that effect  –
the people who read his stuff were too dense to make such a connection.”
    “But he could have added the part about them being that dumb like you just did.”
“Yeah, you’re right  –  he could have.”
 

The operating attitude of ordinary prisoners is to criticize and make fun of
the others also stuck there.
 

Once during a typical time a man thought:
“If it were any more obvious, everyone would see it” which is not true for two reasons: one: because it couldn’t be more obvious, and two:
even if it were, people still will never see it.
 

For ordinary prisoners to get by in the joint it is damn near de rigueur that they
become attached to some institution.
A visually impaired captive finds useful the guidance of groups of his peers who collectively pretend to be otherwise.
 

In a recently rediscovered lost city this message was found scrawled on a long forgotten wall: “Before he awakens, when a man talks about awakening,
everyone understands what he means, but after he does awaken, no one can any longer grasp what he is talking about when he speaks on the matter.”
    “Say pop: did the guy you mentioned earlier also write that story?”
“A reasonable suspicion.”
 

Another neat feature of the prison dance is that the submissive can blame all their ills and misfortunes on the corruption of the dominant.
Isn't that sweet?!  --  and indeed doubly so in that no one ever notices it!
(And everyone yelled back: "Wow!  --  is it EVER!" --
until they were somehow able to think about it for a split second.)
 

A disbarred prison counselor says:
“Anyone here who enjoys being photographed is either a female or nuts  --
I’m sorry, I’m a trained professional and should not speak like that:
they are either female or a model prisoner.”
 

Graffito discovered in an empty cell:
“Love stories require two characters;
great ones  –  three;
beyond that  –  who has the cojones to think about it?!”
 

The conscious part of the brain routinely produces a numerical illusion.
 

One of the requirements for being a model prisoner is to not hesitate
to talk about being afraid.
 

Irony is second base for those who just got to second base for the first time.
 

When one man heard: “There’s no place like home,”
he whispered a silent prayer of thanks.
(Civilized residency laws forbid men being told they are born in prison.
    “Well after all!  –  the poor dears deserve some consideration!”)
 
 

The mortal prison needs no walls; the ordinary are held captive by words;
the freed mind remembers: What goes up  –  can be walked away from.
(Only the deeply dyed civilized will remain in a jail that may not even want them.)
 

T.S.T.L.
Most people in prison do not care to hear the matter discussed  – (to say the least).
(But nevertheless here is your): Comfy Thought For The Day:
All ideas of being in prison originated in the conscious part of someone's brain
(as do all notions of escape.)
 

Another installment of: How To Do It.
If you want to protect yourself from seeing what is actually going on  –
just keep acting like you do.
(That’s how you take care of THAT!)