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One night, I was told that I was somehow "prowling" or annoying the staff by being wide awake at night, with no intention to sleep.

I found Elijah wandering the halls also.

I had some tea saved (stashed) -- opium, and made a cup with hot water, and sat down to write lyrics.

I mixed it with coffee for the hi/lo effect, and I'm sure it was one of the lyrics I threw away...

Elijah was watching me.

I sighed, and got up.

I put a long, smooth folder on my lap, and telekinetically slid a gatorade bottle from one end to the other.

He just stared.

Then I proceeded to roll a pen back and forth without touching it.

There was a camera right above both of us (and microphone).

Later, Elijah was very quiet.

I confessed a few of my 'bad doings' to him. (The Angel of Fire). And even he was afraid.

"I can't talk to you tonight, because the angel Gabriel says you're the devil."

He put his hands in his lap, and waited for me to leave.

So I got up and left.

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One day, a weird ex-Vietnam vet who lied a lot, told me, "I knew Bruce Lee."

I stared at him, with my nose buried in my coffee, but my eyes on him.

"I was trained by him. I'm the last White Ninja in the United States."

"I also worked at the Acadia Hospital!"

He was full of stories.

It was funny, when I did tai chi in front of him.

He didn't just shut up fast, he kept at least twenty feet from me.

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One night, the staff really pissed me off, so I got loaded on gatorade and coffee late one night, and did at least a half-hour of tai chi by myself in the TV room, in the dark.

With a little shadowboxing mixed in.

Then I put on a muscle shirt, and went into the bathroom, and aimed my hands at the mirror, to reflect my energy back at me.

The next day, I kept on the muscle shirt and looked twice as big as I did the day before.

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I also started to re-develop my six-pack in those metal walls....

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One time, from the reverie of drugs, I read a girls mind.

(One of the staff).

She impressed, "You look so hot."

I ignored her until I got my meds, and then while looking at Filene, or whatever her name was, I said "THANKS!" to both of them, and she said "wow." and I walked off.

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Filene was the computer staff, and she also taught tai chi. OR what she calls tai chi.

I made at least six songs, without anyone knowing it, complete with vocals, in the computer room, with a behringer headset plugged in to the microphone jacks (because some headphones go both ways). From the song "For You" to "Bar Harbor Is A Devil Town" I also received a $80 check from my music while hospitalized, and had it transferred to my mom's account by phone. I also posted at least seven new CD's while hospitalized, from Ex Elektra, to Instrumantals 2, from my server drive full of songs -- thousands of songs -- I was able to access from the computer room.

I also researched hacking while I was in the hospital, and learned how to get I.P.'s from just instagram and facebook accounts.... I also nuked / DOS'd the other hospital, and the police station a few times. Effectively shutting down Acadia at one point, with a repeated mouse-click ICMP ping-job.

I told someone about it, and he was scared, and said, "You can't do that!" and left the room.

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Just to scare people, with the microphone overhead, I said to about four or five people in the room, "I'm a hacker. I know how to trace, get I.P.'s, shut down servers, and do security of all kinds."

I went on and on and on.

No one wanted to listen.


-Brendan S