Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

I mingle with my peers or no one, and since I have no peers, I mingle with no one.

The day before me is fraught with God knows what horrors.

Veneration of Mark Twain is one of the roots of our current intellectual stalemate.

My mother is currently associating with some undesirables who are attempting to transform her into an athlete of sorts, deprave specimens of mankind who regularly bowl their way to oblivion.

I refuse to "look up." Optimism nauseates me. It is perverse. Since man's fall, his proper position in the universe has been one of misery.

Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.