Brought me to Mars?
They brought me in shackles. The shackles were the cuffs. The cuffs were sufficient. The pain they gave we not sufficient. The handcuffs by themselves are delivered pain. They were not reassuring only in the resolve that the law, it the law. There is no talking them out of handcuffing you. When the cuffs were placed upon me the first time. I was elated that something "real" had occurred in my life finally. The marks they gain me I looked at for at least ten days. On my first hospital stay. They at the hospital were somewhat astonished that I liked law enforcement and the cuffs.
The cuffs, I thought I should be able to break. The cuffs that I struggled against, felt like they were breaking instead they just got tighter. I struggled against them while in the back of the police car. MAA was struggling I was just watching. MAA is the steroid induced version of me. He can do a lot of physical things. Like destroy and laid waste to doors and walls and other intriguing elements. MAA was also a steroid talking machine and when he got going so did his lips.
All of this played out in reality as a guy talking or rambling. But in the confines of MAA's head it was a symphony of sound and magic. Mania or highs are as fun as what you put into them. If you go with it then like a good party and take you where there are no limits. No need for sleep or food and drink. Just highs. Plain simple highs. It's hard to explain when you come off it. But during it, it's magic mental hi jinks.
My third stop in a hospital was started with a set of handcuffs.
"I am being let out?" MAA asked a Tech. The answer came back Yes. So I thought I was outthere! Instead I was heading for Mars. The next stop in the inter-dimension tv show was Mars. Yes, Utah or Mars. Now since this was a TV show, Utah was going to stand in for Mars. Yes a shield was going over the area where MAA and Brooke were too ride! Ride horses and be Cowboys.
I when to the Atrium the day before and looked up and saw cloud ribs. This was the shield in a clound form. Creating over top of the hospital. The Holodeck was broke now and the hospital was just a hospital, again.
"Message sent or Received." MAA stated his first command.
"Reward granted." The second command.
"Transformation for both me an Brooke." The final command. I used to say this with a whole a lot of voice over. I sounded like the voice of Optimus Prime. The voice became deeper and stronger. When the four to three commands were stated. I felt the ring fly through my body when I said it. A hallucination of transformation would be felt and be real.
I was also going through a weight loss transformation where I was using some exercises from Crossfit and my own program. To lose about fifty pounds. By the end of my third hospital stay it was well past fifty pounds lost. This feed into my delusion I was transforming. Yes. My hands looked different when I said the commands. The veins in my hands budged out more as I worked out in the Atrium looking up at the clouds. I was scanning the entire Atrium for later, perusal. My scanning was like a computer storing data. Outlines and faces not just faces you see can see, but other faces in brick or bushes. Faces were everywhere. And they all stored data, for Mars.
The car rocked me back and forth, as I was broken from my daydream. The Cop was telling me things I was answering to but I did not have his full attention, by any means.
"We are taking you to a commitment center. You have been committed." Now that sounds scary enough. Then he added, "...you were going to a State Hospital two hours away."
"What?" MAA woke up from his delusion.
"You mean I am really in a state hospital?" MAA teared up a bit and awoke me from a the seriousness of my situation. Committed for 90 days! What the hell!" This was all I was saying and the Cop was not fazed by my reaction.
"You are lucky, you wife said she did not want to drive that far and you have be given a 45 day commitment now."
"I was lucky?" MAA was aghast. I was going home a second ago. And Mars was coming up on the tour of highs. I planned to go to Utah and find her. My wife would say, "Find who?"
"Brooke." I stated flatly. " Brooke is in Utah." I repeated over and over under my breath.
"But you are lucky, mister. You are getting 45 days and a lot a times it is not that long." The cop told me through the metal cage that separated me from him. Or the back seat from the front seat.
"Where I am going then?" MAA stated with anger.
"A commitment center. It is nice you will like it better than where you were. I like the staff at the hospital you were at, but this one is better." The cop stated flatly to me. Just like I would state to my wife over the metal phones.
MARS it was. The third hospital I went to for the next the 30 days it would become, because of good behavior. Was Mars. it was nothing like any other hospital I had been to. Organized. It was very Organized and only the hard cases went there. So I guess I was a hard case.
"What? I did nothing?" MAA stated.
"You did take a swing at a Nurse, yesterday." A social worker retorted.
"When? The banana thing? That was because he 'egged' me on. Taunting with the bananas."
"Well, that was it then?" You are not doing well here. We put you in the back of the ward for a reason. The doors are far from you." The doors the damn doors. I will never live that down, will I?
"Yeah, are you the guy who broke the doors?" asked another patient seconds after I arrived in my third and last hospital.
"Let's not talk about that, now." MAA stated with remorse for the physical incident. My rep and preceded me. I was the guy who broke the doors. I was the guy who took the banana swing. I was the guy would wanted to go to Mars with Brooke. But instead I was looking down the barrel of a 30 days stay with the 'hard cases.'
Mars was not Mars and the hospital was organized and never would it trick me into believing I was in control in some small or grandiose way. I was committed. Never would I think that committed meet something bad for me.
"Commitment, baby!" MAA would state. "Commitment." This was stated by MAA several dozen time while I was at home. Now it meant something entirely different." Commitment for 30 days.
They brought me in shackles. The shackles were the cuffs. The cuffs were sufficient. The pain they gave we not sufficient. The handcuffs by themselves are delivered pain. They were not reassuring only in the resolve that the law, it the law. There is no talking them out of handcuffing you. When the cuffs were placed upon me the first time. I was elated that something "real" had occurred in my life finally. The marks they gain me I looked at for at least ten days. On my first hospital stay. They at the hospital were somewhat astonished that I liked law enforcement and the cuffs.
The cuffs, I thought I should be able to break. The cuffs that I struggled against, felt like they were breaking instead they just got tighter. I struggled against them while in the back of the police car. MAA was struggling I was just watching. MAA is the steroid induced version of me. He can do a lot of physical things. Like destroy and laid waste to doors and walls and other intriguing elements. MAA was also a steroid talking machine and when he got going so did his lips.
All of this played out in reality as a guy talking or rambling. But in the confines of MAA's head it was a symphony of sound and magic. Mania or highs are as fun as what you put into them. If you go with it then like a good party and take you where there are no limits. No need for sleep or food and drink. Just highs. Plain simple highs. It's hard to explain when you come off it. But during it, it's magic mental hi jinks.
My third stop in a hospital was started with a set of handcuffs.
"I am being let out?" MAA asked a Tech. The answer came back Yes. So I thought I was outthere! Instead I was heading for Mars. The next stop in the inter-dimension tv show was Mars. Yes, Utah or Mars. Now since this was a TV show, Utah was going to stand in for Mars. Yes a shield was going over the area where MAA and Brooke were too ride! Ride horses and be Cowboys.
I when to the Atrium the day before and looked up and saw cloud ribs. This was the shield in a clound form. Creating over top of the hospital. The Holodeck was broke now and the hospital was just a hospital, again.
"Message sent or Received." MAA stated his first command.
"Reward granted." The second command.
"Transformation for both me an Brooke." The final command. I used to say this with a whole a lot of voice over. I sounded like the voice of Optimus Prime. The voice became deeper and stronger. When the four to three commands were stated. I felt the ring fly through my body when I said it. A hallucination of transformation would be felt and be real.
I was also going through a weight loss transformation where I was using some exercises from Crossfit and my own program. To lose about fifty pounds. By the end of my third hospital stay it was well past fifty pounds lost. This feed into my delusion I was transforming. Yes. My hands looked different when I said the commands. The veins in my hands budged out more as I worked out in the Atrium looking up at the clouds. I was scanning the entire Atrium for later, perusal. My scanning was like a computer storing data. Outlines and faces not just faces you see can see, but other faces in brick or bushes. Faces were everywhere. And they all stored data, for Mars.
The car rocked me back and forth, as I was broken from my daydream. The Cop was telling me things I was answering to but I did not have his full attention, by any means.
"We are taking you to a commitment center. You have been committed." Now that sounds scary enough. Then he added, "...you were going to a State Hospital two hours away."
"What?" MAA woke up from his delusion.
"You mean I am really in a state hospital?" MAA teared up a bit and awoke me from a the seriousness of my situation. Committed for 90 days! What the hell!" This was all I was saying and the Cop was not fazed by my reaction.
"You are lucky, you wife said she did not want to drive that far and you have be given a 45 day commitment now."
"I was lucky?" MAA was aghast. I was going home a second ago. And Mars was coming up on the tour of highs. I planned to go to Utah and find her. My wife would say, "Find who?"
"Brooke." I stated flatly. " Brooke is in Utah." I repeated over and over under my breath.
"But you are lucky, mister. You are getting 45 days and a lot a times it is not that long." The cop told me through the metal cage that separated me from him. Or the back seat from the front seat.
"Where I am going then?" MAA stated with anger.
"A commitment center. It is nice you will like it better than where you were. I like the staff at the hospital you were at, but this one is better." The cop stated flatly to me. Just like I would state to my wife over the metal phones.
MARS it was. The third hospital I went to for the next the 30 days it would become, because of good behavior. Was Mars. it was nothing like any other hospital I had been to. Organized. It was very Organized and only the hard cases went there. So I guess I was a hard case.
"What? I did nothing?" MAA stated.
"You did take a swing at a Nurse, yesterday." A social worker retorted.
"When? The banana thing? That was because he 'egged' me on. Taunting with the bananas."
"Well, that was it then?" You are not doing well here. We put you in the back of the ward for a reason. The doors are far from you." The doors the damn doors. I will never live that down, will I?
"Yeah, are you the guy who broke the doors?" asked another patient seconds after I arrived in my third and last hospital.
"Let's not talk about that, now." MAA stated with remorse for the physical incident. My rep and preceded me. I was the guy who broke the doors. I was the guy who took the banana swing. I was the guy would wanted to go to Mars with Brooke. But instead I was looking down the barrel of a 30 days stay with the 'hard cases.'
Mars was not Mars and the hospital was organized and never would it trick me into believing I was in control in some small or grandiose way. I was committed. Never would I think that committed meet something bad for me.
"Commitment, baby!" MAA would state. "Commitment." This was stated by MAA several dozen time while I was at home. Now it meant something entirely different." Commitment for 30 days.
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