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

Oh, Fortuna, blind, heedless goddess, I am strapped to your wheel,' Ignatius belched, 'Do not crush me beneath your spokes. Raise me on high, divinity.

Is my paranoia getting completely out of hand, or are you mongoloids really talking about me?

with the breakdown of the medieval system, the gods of chaos, lunacy, and bad taste gained ascendancy.

Oh, Fortuna, you capricious sprite!

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

Oh, New Orleans is such freedom.