In the hospital I am not the maddest. I even find myself quite sane nowadays. I have been here for a while...It's recurrence in my life...Every 6 or 7 years I have to go in for my sanity check...To twist the mind back into place...You know. I actually think the C.I.A are really involved in this you know...I mean all those voices, why would my dear old brain spend so much energy in the making of the 20 voices that I hear daily...I mean why would it do that to me (my brain) and makes these scenes of other world's life? I mean...I sometimes feel it's all me but that's when I am on some good tablets. I make plans to catch myself un-attended and make myself believe a little world...to myself, why the heck? It's fucking weird!
My room is comfortable...There is a little sanit' and no eye-spy.
I have bought some Cds before I got in, Lil'Kim and Audioslave, plus Pantera. I have my little stereo...as long as I don't turn it too loud it's ok...Evan is here...been here all these years as well as Marguerita, who often talks in a kid's voice. I wonder where Angelina has been and Pac. I was telepathic to 2Pac for real you know...I even saw him a few times in a wig...I know it's real. I wonder why they have the eye in the pyramid on US notes? I slept hard last week...They had injected me with some bad shit. I believe I have a special rapport with Berenicia, she grew up in Marseilles too, U know? The eye of God is that of Mankind...
I wonder why Brad Pitt has different eyes than he used to have. They say they replaced him with a lookalike, the real one, I heard, died in a heroin overdose. They did not rule out suicide...I hear. I am in room 37 and next door is Evan, the washroom on the other side. I heard Evan had killed his kids...not wondering why he's been here all these years! I am on a good medication now. The shit they injected me first was torturous. The new one is good. Did I say it, I am in room 37. That adds up to ten and represents the eye in the pyramid...It does, doesn't it? I am expecting my adoptive dad and mom to come and see me at the week- end...They can tell I am a good person. They were worried and concern when they heard I had been admitted here. I am sure my real mother had psychiatric issues...I heard Evan jerking off this afternoon. I was listening to Audioslave after that...That's all I did today...And I drew the place of nines as well.
