She Is A Very Private Woman Who Never Sought The Limelight

 Listen. We have been ashamed, hopeless, tired, mad.. But always, all ways, we loved us.

It is possible that our ideas don’t suffer?

Such as the idea of suffering, for instance? 

But we are not ideas, are we?

No.

Well however quickly I forget what you're going to say, your statements are always an event.

The men you reduced to ashes are finally dusting themselves off Tiny Fair.

How am I supposed to decipher that?

As a beam of light.

You can't escape, and furthermore, you don't want to.

But I can't work by limelight.

You got this far.

How far is this far? Too far? Or not far enough?

You went to the precipice.

But I haven't gone over it.

I think maybe you did.

The edge of glory.

You created your own myth.

Well no one else was going to do it now were they?

I slowly realized

That you will never linger,

With distance in your eyes

And no ring on your finger. The drugs are okay.. I'm a poet..

There are mysteries. There are horrendous things. Monster's. And just one injection from the men in white would make… well, that has not happened.

But it has happend.

Tomorrow it will all be gone.

This is like being a child,  when an enormous insult is pulled over your head like a sack, and you can never forget it. 

Remove the sack, no one told you it had to remain on your head forever!

You deal with the blows so much better than I do.

Well that rather depends on who I was at the time of the insult, was I myself or one of my many other personalities?

Who are you today?

I didn't get to know her properly yet, she's new. I emerge a different person after each transition.

So you don't know yourself?

Not yet. I'm not going to fuck with her though.

You scared of her?

Not scared. I'm cautious.  She's unpredictable. 

Be careful. Look around you. I am stunned by how easy it is to be a bad Person.

The bad people are mainly on the street Frenchy, not in here.

Goodnight, good work, sleep well. I'll most likely kill you in the morning.

I'm going out dancing tomorrow though, so can it wait?

I'm not sure murderer's can wait for the music to finish.

Here's sad Wendy. She's only 13, a really nice girl. But she always wears the same clothes and she stinks really really bad. 

Apparently this is a common defense for kids who have been repeatedly raped or assaulted by a family member. They don't clean themselves or they'll even soil themselves to make themselves undesirable to their abuser. 

God, that reminds me of a girl from school, I hoped she just had really bad hygiene. 

I give her a big hug every night in the common area when it is time to go to our cells. Will she ever get out of here? I hope one day she gets to smell nice.

Who knows.

Midazolam is my favorite. Oh... It's as close to an off switch for a human being that I've ever known..

We need to get out. You are getting too comfortable with the routine. Smile.

Hi Wendy, how's it going?

It's going well!

Good! I'm happy to hear it.

Did you hear?

Hear what?

Dr Jimmy, he's dead!

Dead? How do you know that?

I know that, 'cos I was the one that killed him!