Worthy of a cell without windows;
A single naked lightbulb on
For a few hours each day.
Made to wait,
Forced to think in pain;
To be broken by solitary confinement,
To be forgotten.

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The creative ways of killing spirits here and everywhere and not necessarily inside a prison - slc



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Ah, there thou sayest...

Ah, there thou sayest... Foucault is smirking methinks.

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is requesting a shovel to bury his Id deeper m'thinketh. - a reply - mercy be! :D slc