09.11.07

Not a bad couple of weeks from the At Risk side of things.

We haven't had an extra 8-10 overflow at risk prisoners in the wings slowly deteriorating into mould as I do nothing for them but pass them by in the dark listening to my children of the night (what beautiful music they make) as they cry out for me to have a couple of drinks for them.

Don't know where they get the impression I drink, may be linked to a shared delusion.

A shared delusion that appears to have spread through the entire prison, they tried to breath test me this morning.

(The machine recorded an amount that has never been seen so instead of firing me they sent the machine away to get fixed as obviously no one can stand and communicate at those levels).

This quiet is seriously worrying me, wondering when the first wave of the unseen Perfect Storm is to hit the shores of Mt Eden Prison, I will no doubt be here to see the psychotics, as well as anti social, narcissistic and the borderline personality disorders wash through the grills and fill any available (and non available) space, I will feel the burgeoning pressure system move through the wings and wait for the repeat calls of my name over the radio,



It is then, when trying to respond to the calls I realize I am not wearing a radio.


I now realize what a bitch it is to not be able to turn them off,


the 6ft White Wabbit always told me it would go this way,


should have listened to him,



was too busy drinking with Korsakoff.





The Grey Madness

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