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Last Flowers - Radiohead.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Prisoners don`t make love.

There are doors. Doors usually have knobs, sometimes a glass window that is not so see-through. Some doors have only knobs from the outside, those are prison doors. Prison doors usually have an opening at the bottom that closes and opens also from the outside. Prisoners cocoon behind prison doors. Prisoners sometimes sit, sometimes pee in a rusty stinky toilet that is in the very same cell. The toilet doesn’t have a mirror hanging somewhere near it. Prisoners sometimes sleep like embryos, sometimes they graffiti using their scratchy finger nails. Prisoners don’t make love. They don’t wear watches. They definitely don’t know what day is today either. Free citizens make love. Free citizens plan vacations. Free citizens save money for their phone bill to have romantic phone calls at night. They pity prisoners. Prisoners pity them back. Prisoners don’t want to be free citizens and they don’t want to hear anything about their activities.

There are prison personnel. Prison personnel have gruff voices. They have big bellies. Prison personnel use very bad vocabulary. They slip plates through the openings at the bottom of prison doors for the prisoners. Prisoners never want those plates, but the opening only opens from the outside as previously mentioned. The plates are persistent. Plates will contain news about American elections. They will tell prisoners about Sarah Palin’s new sex toys and the phone number of her hairdresser. Prisoners don’t have hair. The plates tell prisoners that, a 100-years later, it is 1929 all over again. The plates will tell prisoners, who do not eat, that they will starve and their families will starve and their children, yet to come, will starve too. Prisoners don’t make love. Plates are honest; they will tell prisoners they look ugly, old and cocooned. Prisoners never have a mirror. Prisoners never understand why they are forced their plates each day… for all they need is to sleep like embryos.

Prisoners pretend to sleep like embryos, hoping plates will grow empty.

2 comments:

Mohammad said...

that is one strange post, but it's impossible for this one to be pointless, or is it?

Prisoners will come out one day. The door will just burst open and the prisoner guards with thir big bellies will come and throw them out. Prisoners will try to resist and hold on to their cell, but the cell will spit them out to the world, and the world will never forgive them.

I don't know what the hell I'm talking about.

mirage said...

Sometimes they don't need prison to sleep like embryo..
Fear can do what is greater !
Only fear can stop person from facing the world & sleep like embryo ,