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July 3, 2005

Volume 3, Issue 3

I found this picture here, amid a collection of photos of the abandoned Hospital for the Insane. It was taken by Shaun O'Boyle and you can see the rest of his amazing photos here.

bedroom 4 of the asylum

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I tell the doctor, “It’s nice to see you, too.” Yoo-hoo, impromptu, who withdrew?, cuckoo.

He asks me, how is my wife? “I think she’s fine.” Valentine, white-wine, we recline, she’s supine, all mine.

“No, I do not know why I’m here.” A little fear, insincere, steer clear, disappear.

“Why would I think she was having an affair?” Hair on chair, questionnaire, debonair millionaire, isn’t fair!

“No, I don’t remember that night.” Twilight, feeling slight, awful fight, say goodnight.

“Are you saying that I had something to do with the death of my wife?” Sudden strife, kitchen knife, ending life.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at July 3, 2005 12:10 PM · Permalink

The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. – Benjamin Franklin

They have that quote on the wall in the lunchroom in the asylum. Lunch is always at noon, sharp.

I think about that quote a lot. I’m not sure what it means, though. I think about it during personal therapy; 9 am. I think about it during group session; 1 pm. I think about it during medication period; 5 pm.

Same schedule, everyday. Year after year. I don’t think I’m better yet.

Who is insane here, Ben? Can you tell me who?

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at July 3, 2005 12:43 PM · Permalink

He remembered the room well. Days sitting on the bed, the scratches made in the plaster of the walls to count the days. Twelve little girls, all dead, and he, the teenage killer, poked and probed, shown inkblot upon inkblot, subjected to every known test, doctor after doctor trying to get into his head to find out why. They tried for over twenty years, filling stacks of files, before finally pronouncing him sane and releasing him back among society. He grinned as he thought about it, the reason he had kept to himself all those years - he simply enjoyed it.

Posted by: hnumpah at July 3, 2005 12:45 PM · Permalink

Jim's first post was similar to my effort, but so much better, I'll just post my praise.

Best,
Mr. P.

Posted by: Mr. Parx at July 3, 2005 8:11 PM · Permalink

Thank you for the kind words, Mr. Parx!

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at July 3, 2005 9:35 PM · Permalink

It sounded like a good idea at the time. After a bit of research on the web, I had come up with something new: The Porn Tour. My Fraternity brothers were all for it.

It had started off OK, touring some of the studios where the films were made, a couple of XXX bookstores, and even the mansion of a couple of famous actors.

But the ending was a real disappointment. It was Ron Jeremy's house. And since he couldn't be bothered to have a headboard, he just carved the notches into his wall. The guy was a complete slob!

Posted by: Gahrie at July 3, 2005 9:54 PM · Permalink