tweny firty bitchez sittin in da seet

ma buddies n cookin all busy

i said see ya lata

he like BOYYYYYY

u gun get sum talkd 2 like FOR REAL

From that point, I knew Dr. Harpens was mad. Absolutely, horribly, irreversibly insane.

I knew I had to escape.

My morning flight would be necessary soon.

But how would I escape these horrible walls?

Sweat dripped off every inch of my body.

"Doth yonder light beckons me proudly to escape confinement, as thy dying wishes limp from lips of cold and hollow eyes that truly see the horrors of suffering, yet lack enlightened tranquility."

These were the words I wrote upon the walls of my confines.

Over and over.

Until like Dr. Harpens himself, I truly believed what I spoke.

I would have to become mad to escape my mind's imprisonment.

But I would persevere.

Of much else, there was no point.