I Like To Imagine The Possibilities
But I’m not showing you a view into the cell, sorry. Why?
Imagine, if you dare, the hospital gown. That enough?
No? Well then picture the inmate, desperate for intoxication, eagerly presenting her scabby, pallid, spider-veined butthocks as a ready and willing target for the injection. Are we done?
OK think of 2 old, soggy, heavily soiled, stained and mildewed pillows lying on both sides of a dirty old ripped out fireplace. Get it?
Sorry but I just couldn’t bring myself to show that to you.