"My mind is like a tongue. When there is something bothering me, it keeps going back to the thought I'm trying to escape, like a tongue that always finds the sore tooth or the source of pain."
"I'm fortunate that I wasn't duped into taking that elevator all the way down to where it ends in a dusty/bloody mishmash of body parts."
"Yes, I can clown, but that doesn't make me a clown any more than physically being in a chicken coop makes me a chicken."
"More than once, I've experienced the agony of the feet."
"If they're ignorant, they should also be silent!"
"I used to have a recurring dream theme where I would be the only mind among a galaxy of plant-life. I looked hard for another one like me, but had to finally just live with the fact that another me just doesn't exist. Know what, here I am!"
"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!"
"When I complain it's like a snowball rolling downhill...picks up all kinds of odd stuff."
"The thrill is gone."
"I have a notion in my head that is like a mental splinter; the more I weigh it, testing it for drawbacks, the deeper it seems to get. Almost like it has an instinct for preservation."
"I feel like a caterpillar, in the sense that I'll come to an end and I don't know what the next stage for me will be."
"Surprisingly, it is not the larger issues that are continuing to cause me grief but the relatively insignificant things we go through here...like not getting any SALT!"
"The chemical hammer I take daily is smashing my brain flat again, so please overlook any parts of these letters which may not be appropriate."
"Have you noticed that the last couple of letters don't really have a clearly-defined starting or ending point? I just begin with a kind of stream of thought, sort of like a closed-loop film and let it seek its own direction."
"The way I see it--my position is pretty much nearly diametrically opposed to yours these days. I've got too much time on my hands, while you have too many hands on your time."
"On self-help...if I could've helped myself, do you really think I'd be here?"
". . . the judge didn't only send me to prison, he sent all my family and those I care for too."
"Mentally, we've got the guards out-matched, yet, due to the dehumanizing policies in place/enforced, we are many individuals and not able to come together as we should."
"When all the window dressings are removed, what we really are is a form of energy. We all have relatives by blood/marriage, surely, but we are really only nothing but animated water-balloons when it comes down to it."
"Regarding artificial friends (partners, relationships, etc.), I feel I know of this, having been the pawn in many a game, sacrificed with no evident type of ritual, even."
"With all these crazy policies we have to bear, there's a marked increase in the unexpressed rage at being unable to do anything about it but wear it like an ill-fitting pair of shoes."
". . . all is not anywhere close to the rosy-colored picture after release, but I still would just as soon take the lessons I'm learning here back into the society that's still sleeping and try to wake it/them"
"I will state that I'm weary of dumbing myself down so more can understand what I'm about."
"All the available light is leaking out the window. . . ."
"I need to seek help in keeping my single marble from rolling away."
"What Kind of Bird Doesn't Fly? A Jail Bird, of course!"
"I likely could be compared to a marble out from a sling shot, bouncing off objects with seemingly no decrease in speed."
"I'm fortunate that I wasn't duped into taking that elevator all the way down to where it ends in a dusty/bloody mishmash of body parts."
"Yes, I can clown, but that doesn't make me a clown any more than physically being in a chicken coop makes me a chicken."
"More than once, I've experienced the agony of the feet."
"If they're ignorant, they should also be silent!"
"I used to have a recurring dream theme where I would be the only mind among a galaxy of plant-life. I looked hard for another one like me, but had to finally just live with the fact that another me just doesn't exist. Know what, here I am!"
"Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!"
"When I complain it's like a snowball rolling downhill...picks up all kinds of odd stuff."
"The thrill is gone."
"I have a notion in my head that is like a mental splinter; the more I weigh it, testing it for drawbacks, the deeper it seems to get. Almost like it has an instinct for preservation."
"I feel like a caterpillar, in the sense that I'll come to an end and I don't know what the next stage for me will be."
"Surprisingly, it is not the larger issues that are continuing to cause me grief but the relatively insignificant things we go through here...like not getting any SALT!"
"The chemical hammer I take daily is smashing my brain flat again, so please overlook any parts of these letters which may not be appropriate."
"Have you noticed that the last couple of letters don't really have a clearly-defined starting or ending point? I just begin with a kind of stream of thought, sort of like a closed-loop film and let it seek its own direction."
"The way I see it--my position is pretty much nearly diametrically opposed to yours these days. I've got too much time on my hands, while you have too many hands on your time."
"On self-help...if I could've helped myself, do you really think I'd be here?"
". . . the judge didn't only send me to prison, he sent all my family and those I care for too."
"Mentally, we've got the guards out-matched, yet, due to the dehumanizing policies in place/enforced, we are many individuals and not able to come together as we should."
"When all the window dressings are removed, what we really are is a form of energy. We all have relatives by blood/marriage, surely, but we are really only nothing but animated water-balloons when it comes down to it."
"Regarding artificial friends (partners, relationships, etc.), I feel I know of this, having been the pawn in many a game, sacrificed with no evident type of ritual, even."
"With all these crazy policies we have to bear, there's a marked increase in the unexpressed rage at being unable to do anything about it but wear it like an ill-fitting pair of shoes."
". . . all is not anywhere close to the rosy-colored picture after release, but I still would just as soon take the lessons I'm learning here back into the society that's still sleeping and try to wake it/them"
"I will state that I'm weary of dumbing myself down so more can understand what I'm about."
"All the available light is leaking out the window. . . ."
"I need to seek help in keeping my single marble from rolling away."
"What Kind of Bird Doesn't Fly? A Jail Bird, of course!"
"I likely could be compared to a marble out from a sling shot, bouncing off objects with seemingly no decrease in speed."
