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[18 Jul 2010|08:26pm] |
A dream, within a dream, within a dream.
A recurring fascination.
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[06 May 2010|05:57pm] |
[The upper floor of the Kirby Forensic Psychiatric Center slowly wake up around 12:35PM. None of the residents nor staff can recollect what it was that made them fall asleep so immediately or when, some of them rising from the floors and others, in chairs and beds. They all wake up in cold sweat, each of them experiencing slight tremors as they regain their footing, some of them admitting towards having the strangest, most vivid dream ever - none too clear enough to remember it as a nightmare.
Dr. Henry Cole is nowhere to be found.]
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[23 Apr 2010|06:08pm] |
It grows. Alarmingly well.
Any larger and it'd be a tumor. But it grows foul.
As bad humor does.
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[25 Feb 2010|04:08pm] |
Subject #809845.
Reacts to nothing but light. Fingers constantly curled around clothing with vice-like grip, never lets go. Face moist in the mornings, eyes red, swollen.
Will make nightly observations. Comets and shooting stars, visions of the crumbling world, of fireworks untamed and of fire reborn.
There will be light. For a lack of better phrase.
( Phantasos )
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[01 Dec 2009|12:56pm] |
Exit, Henry.
Enter, #294880.
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| log entry: november 23, 2009 |
[23 Nov 2009|11:46am] |
It's seven feet from the barred door to my new office. I will pass through cells when I get there, each containing one project, one soul and one mind.
They've given me a small room with barred windows. A desk with no sharp edges, no paperclips, no staples, no nothing. It's perfect.
They're allowed to come in, one-by-one. I know some of them aren't insane as they say they are.
The first is named Henry. He's doing time for incest, rape, sexual harassment - wrongings of the flesh. They have him in here until he shows progress - then they're transferring him.
He's not insane. He just doesn't want to get transferred.
He'll understand in the morning.
I think I'll like it here.
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