Loosing it... I'm slowly loosing it...
Am I?
...
I'm not insane... AM I?
I feel fine...
But... "We're a little lost... In here" aren't we?
"But... It's OK... I can tidy up".
I find myself slowly dripping of the walls of my own mind...
My mind is a small cubical room with no windows or doors... It's not quite filled... Not even with me in it... No furniture... Well there is a chair... A small desk... A lamp... No bed? No bed! I don't need to sleep... I can't sleep... Not here. Not now. Not with all of them trying to get me... Who you ask? Them. They... "The chair is on it's side"... He's trying to get me... But... "The wall is on my side... This time".
I'm never certain of what's happening here... Here... Or maybe there... Here or there... It could be real... Like happening... Or... All in my head...
"You never know... YOU... NEVER... KNOW!
See... We never have to...
But I can tidy that right up, right now"...
The wall? Yes, the wall... It's there... And there... And there, and there, and there... Everywhere...
A door? No... What? No, there is no door...
Thant's not... Well seems like it... It's a door... A door there...
Never seen it until now... Let's see what we have here... Hmm... That's odd... Scratch marks all over it... But... I'm alone here... Who made these... Well who put the door here... I have been here for 21 years... 21? Or 22? I think it's 21... But close to 22...
Newer mind that... Scratch that!
The door... What door? There's no door here... You must be delusional...
I'm the guy who keep it tidy... It? The room of course... My room... Your room? No, I think you will see it's my room... MY ROOM!
We doN't do ThiS... I'M iN chaRgE heRE... ThaT KinD OF thInG JusT ISn'T ME! FoR thE nExt PhRAse ThaT PuLLs ApaRt the Walls Of mY oWN mINtalItY HatCHet BreakS DoWN THe waLL TarEs ApaRT kEEN CHoiCeS maRk tHe TimE PaSsING By thE wAll sAD caTcH You LamB thE FabRiC SeeRed WiTH tHe ShaME OF SHeeR... i'M hIt...
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"TIDY. While the Specter Hedy, Hedy,
Filled Inspector High and Mighty.
I'm the man who keeps it tidy!
I'm the man who keeps it tidy!
I'm the man who keeps it tidy!
I'M THE MAN WHO KEEPS IT TIDY!
TIDY!
TIDY!
TIDY!
I'm the man who...
I'm the man who...
So... That's not right..."
...
I'm not mad... I'm fine... We all are... Who? Well we... We all... All of us... Us three... Did I say three? I meant to say five... Us five... All five of us... You too...
We are all fine... Fine... Fine...
And I'm not talking to myself here... Beacuse that would be insane, wouldn't it... I mean I'm not insane...
...
I'm not...
...
But I'm going insane... But I'm not going there alone... We all are going there... We all are... Going insane...
You too...
...
No... I'm the man who keeps it tidy... But I'm not doing a good job... I'm failing at keeping my room tidy... My room? I mean my... My room... No... Mind... My mind... My mind... That's the room of my mind... That's the mind of my room... No... My room dose not have a mind... No... No mind of it's own... Doesn't have one... Or dose it? It dose play some pranks on me? Is it real? Is it? We can never tell for sure... Well it must be...
Because I'm not going insane...
...
I'm fine... You are fine too... As is he... And they... We all are...
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In the end you will see that I'm not going insane... No... I'm actually as mentally stable as we all are... No, I mean the entire world... Raise your hand If you are "normal"...
Can't see any hands raised... Hold on... I can see one... In the back... Oh... He just wanted to excuse himself for going to the bathroom... No need for that...
Normal... What is that? What dose it mean to be normal?
Whatever it is I don't want to be normal... Sounds boring and average...
How about you?
