The prison quicksands have swallowed me up, and my life is an eternal prison. The jail doesn't bend. It's not made out of rubber. We've gotten used to it, maybe for you it's not enough air. You just can't have everyone stand at once.
Someone has to lie down or read or something.
There's no way out, so we adapt. Tattoos in prisons have specific meanings. You can tell from tattoos his tastes and interests, what crime he committed, what place he holds in the criminal world. The themes are very, very broad. The men in the colony who fulfill, mostly by force, the female roll.