Break the glass. (A novel)
I broke the glass.
MAA broke the glass. Then the police came. MAA dared her to call the police. The police came. MAA was not too disturbed by this but was pleasant and calm. The first of three hospital stays. My wife called the cops. She betrayed MAA to fix me and I was not a happy camper. The worst of this all was I like the first hospital holding tank. The cops handcuffed me. Which MAA said repeatedly cured me very quickly. Of course it did not. The handcuffs were digging into my flesh and I was not being cured but put into an new and painful anxiety. Hospital stays.
The first hospital stay. I thought they were on my side. I thought they all needed my help. And I thought they were all fans of the show. The inter-dimensional show. The Death Trap 3000 show.
"Why does the apple room work, baby?" Brooke asked me with a Captain Kirk vibe too it. Now before remember Captain Kirk would become a vibe and a feeling that sustained me throughout my first hospitalization.
"I am not sure, my love but it certainly puts me in the mood." MAA stated with a rare smile. All my dealings with Brooke have not be catalogued by any degree. She and I talked for endless hours silently and no so silently.
"Where does the Captain sleep?" Brooke asked from her heart and in a flirtatious way.
I attempted to answer her but was cut off..."Now you cannot just hand this question off." Brooke stated somewhat seriously. I had before just said a member of the crew knows. Or smiled and not answered the question but flirted back. Since I was in a hospital, having sexual relations was out of the question. And I was not interested in that with the great Brooke. She was far exceedingly beautiful. And I found her on the serial killer planet, they called Earth. It was called TC218. The TC was assigned by the High Counsel and was top secret. No one knew what the TC meant. I never asked what the 218 meant. But knowing the High Counsel it was something boring like the time that spent on the project or the exact time I must have had a metaphor Epiphany.
Now Metaphors and Epiphanies were all too common in my brain world. I would have crying spells and epiphanies almost constantly when I was on a high. The up was grand. The down was just not so grand. But I never had a complete down. MAA never had a complete down. This is a novel by the way. Being Meta today is something of a requirement nowadays.
Epiphanies were like ingenious things I picked up from objects or tv shows or songs playing. The occasional board game would also work.
"I am helping cure patients here." MAA told his wife over the metal phone. The metal phone became a signature move in my world. Since there was not much else, to occupy one's mind with. Calling someone or acting like you called someone was the order of the day in the first hospital stay.
"We are more married on the metal phone than in person?" MAA explained to his wife how and where to get him out of the mental ward. My first stay I organized a way to get out. Taking my meds and going to group became the only thing I was doing to break up my times with Brooke or the High Counsel. The first stay was a intergalactic hoot. The second stay was anything like that. The third stay was a sober reminder that being in a hospital isn't any fun for me or my love ones.
MAA never did care much about that. He was too busy being Dick Tracy. One of the techs would call me as I talked out loud to my Radio friend. In my head. The implant that enables me to talk with a cell phone.
"Cell phones are for the kids." MAA would state. Now MAA was a bloated bigger version of myself. It was a non compassionate view of a person. Strangers or friends alike. Family members got the full brunt of MAA via the phone. I was not really aware that my real wife called MAA's family members and alerted them to their son's new predilections of making up a new reality and getting himself throw in shackles on a regular basis. I talked on the phone to my sister. Who listened intently but not for the same reasons I thought. Somehow I thought everyone was in on the scheme at the same time just not saying anything. I was correct about that just not correct about the subject matter.
When I broke the glass and scared my wife. It made a star scheme on the mirror. I don't fully remember but I saw a star plan in the design of the broken glass that appeared in the mirror. Somehow I threw the glass or it shattered into the mirror and made an impression. I later took pictures of it and used a catalog of library photos to make my next predictions form politics to my own MAA life. Random selections from MAA's phone would be made. This would generate it's own power and life. This inter would be the way MAA would wonder and do his next move. Confusing the aliens on the planet.Remember I was cutting a treaty with the powers and going to hospital stays because of the planet's retributions on me. And personal style was not liked by "the powers."
I was deluded and loved it. I broke the glass and was taken by police. I mean, MAA was taken. I was just watching and learning. I could handle the stress of hospital stays and interfacing with the police. I would just do what I was told when the "Tin stars" were around. This is what I called the police to my real wife. "Tin star" and then I would state,
"You love them. You told them everything, didn't you?" MAA would state in a court trial type voice.
I was on trial for real but was never told I could attend. I threw out my lawyers and never acknowledged the system. This made me "unstable " in the eyes of the court. I mean, again MAA was unstable. I was not. When MAA was 9 or 11 the first of two hospital stays. Then again when he was 17 or 18, another hospital stay.
"Is this the first time you have been to the hospital?" Astonished by my answered was the workers there who entered MAA into the system. This of course was not true. But it was believed by all nurses and techs. MAA was fifty two and lost again.
The glass broke and the star field it painted was not unlike the same thing I witness in the back of the first police Car. I saw a star rift that would occupy me and kept me going through much of the first two hospital stays. I turned the power off at the house to "reset" my life. And find out it's secrets. My grands deluded highs were so awesome and exciting to me. I would have a huge problem giving them up for medications sobering reality.
What is the rift?" Brooke would ask frequently. MAA nodded and said, "Not for your consumption just yet." The star rift was the biggest secret in the galaxy and it was not going to be easy in explaining it or how this would maintain my sanity.
" Maintain my sanity?" Brooke would break in and interrupt my train of thought. This was very often in the hospital but not so often when I was out of the hospital. When I broke the glass it was a command to do so.
"Break the glass, baby." The glass was a picture frame in a heavy mold of glass. It was MAA and his real wife on vacation. MAA was supposed to break that glass and the marriage and then eventually end up with Space Brooke. There were a lot of versions of Brooke and there were a lot of versions of his real wife. Pictures told the story. Social Media would be become that next hobby of MAA and his greatest love, Brooke.
MAA broke a glass....not the right one. And Brooke was not all to happy with this outcome. I was hand cuffed and taken out of MAA's home into the neighborhood of on lookers and whisked away to my first hospital stay. The only one I enjoyed. By the way, really enjoyed it.
How? How do you enjoy this? Well i was never truly alone. Unlike now with the meds are my only friend now. Keeping at bay the next whimsical ride of the future. Today I enjoy my bed more than ever. Even the bed in the hospital.
I broke the glass.
MAA broke the glass. Then the police came. MAA dared her to call the police. The police came. MAA was not too disturbed by this but was pleasant and calm. The first of three hospital stays. My wife called the cops. She betrayed MAA to fix me and I was not a happy camper. The worst of this all was I like the first hospital holding tank. The cops handcuffed me. Which MAA said repeatedly cured me very quickly. Of course it did not. The handcuffs were digging into my flesh and I was not being cured but put into an new and painful anxiety. Hospital stays.
The first hospital stay. I thought they were on my side. I thought they all needed my help. And I thought they were all fans of the show. The inter-dimensional show. The Death Trap 3000 show.
"Why does the apple room work, baby?" Brooke asked me with a Captain Kirk vibe too it. Now before remember Captain Kirk would become a vibe and a feeling that sustained me throughout my first hospitalization.
"I am not sure, my love but it certainly puts me in the mood." MAA stated with a rare smile. All my dealings with Brooke have not be catalogued by any degree. She and I talked for endless hours silently and no so silently.
"Where does the Captain sleep?" Brooke asked from her heart and in a flirtatious way.
I attempted to answer her but was cut off..."Now you cannot just hand this question off." Brooke stated somewhat seriously. I had before just said a member of the crew knows. Or smiled and not answered the question but flirted back. Since I was in a hospital, having sexual relations was out of the question. And I was not interested in that with the great Brooke. She was far exceedingly beautiful. And I found her on the serial killer planet, they called Earth. It was called TC218. The TC was assigned by the High Counsel and was top secret. No one knew what the TC meant. I never asked what the 218 meant. But knowing the High Counsel it was something boring like the time that spent on the project or the exact time I must have had a metaphor Epiphany.
Now Metaphors and Epiphanies were all too common in my brain world. I would have crying spells and epiphanies almost constantly when I was on a high. The up was grand. The down was just not so grand. But I never had a complete down. MAA never had a complete down. This is a novel by the way. Being Meta today is something of a requirement nowadays.
Epiphanies were like ingenious things I picked up from objects or tv shows or songs playing. The occasional board game would also work.
"I am helping cure patients here." MAA told his wife over the metal phone. The metal phone became a signature move in my world. Since there was not much else, to occupy one's mind with. Calling someone or acting like you called someone was the order of the day in the first hospital stay.
"We are more married on the metal phone than in person?" MAA explained to his wife how and where to get him out of the mental ward. My first stay I organized a way to get out. Taking my meds and going to group became the only thing I was doing to break up my times with Brooke or the High Counsel. The first stay was a intergalactic hoot. The second stay was anything like that. The third stay was a sober reminder that being in a hospital isn't any fun for me or my love ones.
MAA never did care much about that. He was too busy being Dick Tracy. One of the techs would call me as I talked out loud to my Radio friend. In my head. The implant that enables me to talk with a cell phone.
"Cell phones are for the kids." MAA would state. Now MAA was a bloated bigger version of myself. It was a non compassionate view of a person. Strangers or friends alike. Family members got the full brunt of MAA via the phone. I was not really aware that my real wife called MAA's family members and alerted them to their son's new predilections of making up a new reality and getting himself throw in shackles on a regular basis. I talked on the phone to my sister. Who listened intently but not for the same reasons I thought. Somehow I thought everyone was in on the scheme at the same time just not saying anything. I was correct about that just not correct about the subject matter.
When I broke the glass and scared my wife. It made a star scheme on the mirror. I don't fully remember but I saw a star plan in the design of the broken glass that appeared in the mirror. Somehow I threw the glass or it shattered into the mirror and made an impression. I later took pictures of it and used a catalog of library photos to make my next predictions form politics to my own MAA life. Random selections from MAA's phone would be made. This would generate it's own power and life. This inter would be the way MAA would wonder and do his next move. Confusing the aliens on the planet.Remember I was cutting a treaty with the powers and going to hospital stays because of the planet's retributions on me. And personal style was not liked by "the powers."
I was deluded and loved it. I broke the glass and was taken by police. I mean, MAA was taken. I was just watching and learning. I could handle the stress of hospital stays and interfacing with the police. I would just do what I was told when the "Tin stars" were around. This is what I called the police to my real wife. "Tin star" and then I would state,
"You love them. You told them everything, didn't you?" MAA would state in a court trial type voice.
I was on trial for real but was never told I could attend. I threw out my lawyers and never acknowledged the system. This made me "unstable " in the eyes of the court. I mean, again MAA was unstable. I was not. When MAA was 9 or 11 the first of two hospital stays. Then again when he was 17 or 18, another hospital stay.
"Is this the first time you have been to the hospital?" Astonished by my answered was the workers there who entered MAA into the system. This of course was not true. But it was believed by all nurses and techs. MAA was fifty two and lost again.
The glass broke and the star field it painted was not unlike the same thing I witness in the back of the first police Car. I saw a star rift that would occupy me and kept me going through much of the first two hospital stays. I turned the power off at the house to "reset" my life. And find out it's secrets. My grands deluded highs were so awesome and exciting to me. I would have a huge problem giving them up for medications sobering reality.
What is the rift?" Brooke would ask frequently. MAA nodded and said, "Not for your consumption just yet." The star rift was the biggest secret in the galaxy and it was not going to be easy in explaining it or how this would maintain my sanity.
" Maintain my sanity?" Brooke would break in and interrupt my train of thought. This was very often in the hospital but not so often when I was out of the hospital. When I broke the glass it was a command to do so.
"Break the glass, baby." The glass was a picture frame in a heavy mold of glass. It was MAA and his real wife on vacation. MAA was supposed to break that glass and the marriage and then eventually end up with Space Brooke. There were a lot of versions of Brooke and there were a lot of versions of his real wife. Pictures told the story. Social Media would be become that next hobby of MAA and his greatest love, Brooke.
MAA broke a glass....not the right one. And Brooke was not all to happy with this outcome. I was hand cuffed and taken out of MAA's home into the neighborhood of on lookers and whisked away to my first hospital stay. The only one I enjoyed. By the way, really enjoyed it.
How? How do you enjoy this? Well i was never truly alone. Unlike now with the meds are my only friend now. Keeping at bay the next whimsical ride of the future. Today I enjoy my bed more than ever. Even the bed in the hospital.
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