My Most Recent Stay In Hell --------------------------- Josh and me were talking. I said, "I don't know. If you wanted to, with your imagination, may be you could see anywhere, any time in history, like a movie in your head." He asked me an apocalyptic question, and I answered with how the Earth itself entirely evaded a comet once, by shifting to one side. We don't talk about this much as a species, but it's a true factuality of science .. I remember saying, "As a regard to faith, we might all want to see a nice thing, or a nice image, all together, and maybe everyone will just be at the pier one day, by the water, smoking pot together, and we'll all look up at the northern lights." Josh was silent, and didn't say much after I said this. Dino was the name of the driver who brought me to the hospital. I got to the Northern Lights hospital sometime before Christmas. It was pretty chaotic, and there were far too many staff working there. It's a corporate hospital, designed like a hotel .. I had this terrible roommate. I even verbally kicked my roommate out of my room for a night, and wrote a story called "The Electric Journal" while he was in the quiet room for two days, that I sacrificed the pages of, which are white and black, for another purpose. The book no longer exists. He seemed fuse-lit with rage, after hitting on me so many times. An overly-ambitious soul. While I walked into Acadia, I first saw nothing special. Then I saw Mel Brooks, and Artie Lange. Artie was doing voodoo on everyone, but hardly effected me .. he's very funny. A desperate addict. Mel is religious, and I enjoyed knowing him, in spite of his resident bitterness. I went and found in the office area, Adrien Brody, at one point, but I didn't talk to him much. We talked about computers for a short period of time, and he knew who I was. Amy Adams was my girlfriend for about two weeks. She's like a long-lost baroque relationship I had once, being older than me. She used to strut in front of me, and we'd hang out at the end of the hall. We kissed several times at the end of the hall. I know she "had a camera" and wanted more from me, but I felt the mind-control of the hospital, and rejected each attempt. She's very pretty to me. I didn't meet that many other celebrities in Acadia Northern Lights hospital, but for some reason it was during the re-election, and we all seemed to be protected. I could tell they were being protected. Mel gave me a copy of the Gideon bible and I read it pretty avidly the second day. When I learned about the last name of Seth, I was kind of beriddled, or felt confused somehow. I thought of Abraham, and related him to my father. * * * * * * * Adrien really seemed thin, and different than I expected. He is more handsome in real life, and has a pretty magnetic personality. * * * * * * * I don't know if Joe was there as part of the mafia, or Hollywood, to threaten me about my "videos" I'd been making, but we didn't get off on a "good foot" as soon as I met him. I insulted him to his face, calling him a "rat" like out of a gangster movie, and later projected a lot, and he picked up on how I knew who he was. Defunct from movies for the most part, he has a lot of tattoos on his arm, and looks far stronger now. I remember hearing him talking on the phone once .. "I don't know, ____. I got half a cigar in my car, and I've had nothing this whole time. This place is killing me." He was released after only two weeks, I think. Mel didn't get out for a while, and he was my roommate also. We were quiet with each-other, and didn't really talk. I "love" Amy, but she is far nicer than you might expect, in spite of being so psychic, and so mean to some people. She was hilarious the way she made fun of the nurses. She refused medication, and was released in about three weeks. I saw Adrien leave after about two weeks. The first night he was there, he ordered Chinese food, and ate it in his room. I played my guitar a lot (they allowed me to, unlike DDP) -- And wrote "One Song" in Acadia. I had a christmas bag full of lyrics, probably 100 at least, I just threw into the trash. I'll probably miss them. I also threw away my Christmas presents, when I was in the "quiet room" because I truly hated my roommate, and wanted to get away from him. He turned out to be some pseudo-superstar internet personaliy, that was constantly interrogating me about anything in general. I didn't like his need for comfort. It felt too desirous. I was taking valium in the hospital. My own cousin was in the hospital with me, also, who was a prison guard at the same jail that once kept me in a waiting room for 12 hours, after a bad arrest, and charges that would be dropped for a bogus assault on my father, because I never assaulted him. He looked sad, and more native than usual. I didn't like seeing him there. I drank strong "Mountain Dew" that was (to me) a lot like alcohol, since my parents, or extended family The Illuminati were able to re-cap the bottles with gin inside. I drank a lot while I was there, and I was always drunk. I didn't "want it necessarily" -- they just wanted me to be happy while I was there, I guess. I drank usually only two a day. Sometimes, I drank four. When Amy left, we had a showdown with the doctor, and while she was sitting beside me, I told him that I magnetically threw my dad from 10 feet away, using a metal lighter in-between both of our faces, and I merely pushed his shoulder. He went flying, and this started the need for the cops to be called. They interrogated me about my "facebook" posts instead, though, though my most recent post was about a clone-girl, I so-claimed. Who had an "EMP" and was in a sex cult, I claimed, insulting her by her real name. She called them also, the same day. They tackled me, and I put my arm in-between the floor and my throat, while the cop tried to strangle me with his knee. This was recorded on my camera. Amy got out after four weeks, and we pretty much know each-other, anywhere in the world now, because I really got to know her. She looks like Maria Clemm. Whe we kissed once, outside of my room, I turned around her entire body in one direction, and then shifted, and formed an S around her body, out of desire and instinct alone. She said it was the most "interesting kiss." I am watching DaVinci's Demons in my room right now. America is corrupt, and hates itself as a country, but my tea is strong, and at least I now know we don't only exist on one side of the screen, but we exist on both sides of the screen.