Cops try to make you afraid of jail, afraid of wronging society in an attempt to make you love the freedom society allows you, but they make you scared of living. Society is like a man who locks you in a room with a rabid dog tied to a wall, and the stack of porn behind him is something we can only dream of having. It is not the best analogy. I should probably work on it more. Let me see...
The dog is the threat, the fear you have to live with as you live in the safety the room gives you, but you also have to live with the restrictions, and consequences of risking taking back what you want. Whatever... you know what I mean. Society is the bitch who scares you by hitting you in the crotch when you are young, lets you know the dog is to be feared otherwise you would be like a child, without fear. It keeps you covering your nuts for the rest of your life.
I was in jail and of course I was miserable. The realization that shit would never be the same. People will always tell you what to do, when you can do it, where you can do it. The only sex you get involves one party getting raped and bloodied up, and becomes a bitch form that point on, unless you get lucky and find a queer.
I was afraid when the cuffs were put on and they shoved me in the back seat. I had just been kicked in the balls. I didn't understand their warnings before because I never spoke their language. I was just a kid living fucking life and I had never thought about what accepting the consequences meant. I never thought about what it meant until it was thrown on me like a bucket of ice. They kicked me in the balls, metaphorically speaking, and I screamed my guts out in the back seat. A nasty image if you take it literally.
I had the right to remain silent, and I made sure I said fuck you. I have the right to remain silent? It was my right and they made damn sure I used it. Fuckers knocked me in the jaw until the swelling and blood I was gargling on didn't let me scream anymore. Damn rights are just as much a freedom as the cuffs on my wrists. I didn't just scream because I was trying at a big fuck you to the society that gave me my rights. I was terrified at the prospect of never again being able to live my life to the fullest.
I would be in jail, choice would be theirs to make for me, the walls would be the ends of my world, and the view outside those windows and beyond that fence were now the painting on the wall of a paradise I could only dream of. The view beyond there was the land of gods who were free of the limits I was now subjected to.
The longer I stayed in there, the more time I had alone to myself. That was time I never gave myself before. I realized the voce in my head had some good things to say. It told me that everything was the same as it ever was. The voice was still me, the body still mine. I still walked around on the ground as any man outside these walls. I had to watch out for anyone who was out to get me, same as it was out in the city with the cops and killers. Whether you are a businessman or a thug on the streets, there is always some unspoken rules to follow that will save your ass. Nothing changed. It was all the same. They were trying to make me follow rules as I had always never done in the city, but one thing they didn't count on, I became comfortable. This was my life, my routine.
When they let me out, I couldn't wait to do whatever the fuck I wanted. The worst they could possibly do to me was have me live my life. The only difference would be to you fucks in the kennel next to mine. They put me in prison and let me know that I was another dog, and that porn was my ball to play with, and the other dog was the bitch to fuck. The bitch is tied to a wall after all.
The dog is the threat, the fear you have to live with as you live in the safety the room gives you, but you also have to live with the restrictions, and consequences of risking taking back what you want. Whatever... you know what I mean. Society is the bitch who scares you by hitting you in the crotch when you are young, lets you know the dog is to be feared otherwise you would be like a child, without fear. It keeps you covering your nuts for the rest of your life.
I was in jail and of course I was miserable. The realization that shit would never be the same. People will always tell you what to do, when you can do it, where you can do it. The only sex you get involves one party getting raped and bloodied up, and becomes a bitch form that point on, unless you get lucky and find a queer.
I was afraid when the cuffs were put on and they shoved me in the back seat. I had just been kicked in the balls. I didn't understand their warnings before because I never spoke their language. I was just a kid living fucking life and I had never thought about what accepting the consequences meant. I never thought about what it meant until it was thrown on me like a bucket of ice. They kicked me in the balls, metaphorically speaking, and I screamed my guts out in the back seat. A nasty image if you take it literally.
I had the right to remain silent, and I made sure I said fuck you. I have the right to remain silent? It was my right and they made damn sure I used it. Fuckers knocked me in the jaw until the swelling and blood I was gargling on didn't let me scream anymore. Damn rights are just as much a freedom as the cuffs on my wrists. I didn't just scream because I was trying at a big fuck you to the society that gave me my rights. I was terrified at the prospect of never again being able to live my life to the fullest.
I would be in jail, choice would be theirs to make for me, the walls would be the ends of my world, and the view outside those windows and beyond that fence were now the painting on the wall of a paradise I could only dream of. The view beyond there was the land of gods who were free of the limits I was now subjected to.
The longer I stayed in there, the more time I had alone to myself. That was time I never gave myself before. I realized the voce in my head had some good things to say. It told me that everything was the same as it ever was. The voice was still me, the body still mine. I still walked around on the ground as any man outside these walls. I had to watch out for anyone who was out to get me, same as it was out in the city with the cops and killers. Whether you are a businessman or a thug on the streets, there is always some unspoken rules to follow that will save your ass. Nothing changed. It was all the same. They were trying to make me follow rules as I had always never done in the city, but one thing they didn't count on, I became comfortable. This was my life, my routine.
When they let me out, I couldn't wait to do whatever the fuck I wanted. The worst they could possibly do to me was have me live my life. The only difference would be to you fucks in the kennel next to mine. They put me in prison and let me know that I was another dog, and that porn was my ball to play with, and the other dog was the bitch to fuck. The bitch is tied to a wall after all.