postcards from olympus

heard of it from red after bumping into shawshank penal for the hundreth time since indictment. hope is good and if it's the only thing you have left you should hold on to it. some days i scoot over at the little store in the corner counting bottles and packs wit oscar and mark. some days i run away. some days i play hide and seek with the building guard since that time i got spotted at the fire exit on the 5th. so i take pleasure in the details. i still believe in God. and i got me kate dragging me off my sunday afternoon bed to take me to church. i take pleasure in my own little company of weedics at daylight on weekdays, got people embarassed at my obvious lack of fashion swagger making me wait for an eternal 60 minutes on a leash outside clothes and shoe shops, what medicines i take, what food i eat duct taping a fork on one hand a spoon on the other a steak knife pointed up ma throat. eat! got me worried gang of smartans tracking me whereabouts whatching in case i lose my way again. and again. making sure i don't fall in love. bonker disappeared. they always sure to kill me first before i think suicide. am blessed of all men.