charles-bronson

Sometimes I stare into a pool of piss, I see my reflection, I picture a hole in my face, there__ nothing there, it__ vanished. I watch the maggots turn to flies, and they fly off with bits of flesh from my body. I attempt to wipe it clear from my mind, but the nice thoughts get swallowed up. I can__ think nice for too long_it would destroy me.

I went through a period where I couldn__ keep off the establishment__ roofs, it was a serious urge I had. To look at a drainpipe and start shaking with excitement, nobody knows the feeling of hitting a prison roof, not unless you__e done it. Let me tell you, it__ like a lotto win - it__ power. You__e the governor; it__ a kick in the teeth to the system.

There are different categories of madmen, and different types of asylums! I know absolutely nothing about the asylums that house the madman who thinks he is a space man. Would you believe that 90% of madmen are treated in outside clinics?

A doctor once asked me: 'Charlie, what do you think your problem is?' __oc,' I said, '_you__e the problem!

The asylum years taught me a lot about myself. Bear in mind I__ the only lunatic in the United Kingdom who spent time in all three max secure asylums, which you should now know are_Rampton, Broadmoor and Ashworth. Don__ ask me which is the best or the worst, as how do you compare insanity with insanity?

I am a creation of the establishment, I realise I__ not as strong as life itself, but I also realise death will suck me in. The eyes and fingers are pointing in my direction. For me, there is only one way _ one road, one signpost; it reads, __ell_. It__ a one-way ticket; there are no brakes on my vehicle, there is no way out, only one way in.

Some of the madmen are really fun to be with. I soon learnt to relate to them. I soon became one of them. I ended up the maddest of the mad. There is no madder than myself! Please believe it.

Take outside - freedom. What is it? What does it mean to a madman? I__l tell you, we go years through a lifetime with no love, no sex, no nice food and no nice clothes. So when it comes_we choke on it! The kindness strangles us; we can__ cope, so we make pigs of ourselves.

You get used to the brain being squeezed. At nighttime in the darkness of your emptiness, it seems to swell back up and gives you some peace. In the darkness even the pain is not so bad. A bruise heals. (Time is the treatment.) But it__ your mind that__ tortured. Your thoughts are in turmoil and despair. Feelings of awesome revenge and destruction manifest themselves.

He was a silent type, very nervy of people: shy, introverted, nobody would believe he could scream so loud_well he did drink a bottle of bleach!

You can grow up being a troublemaker and then before you know it the next thing you__e doing is listening to Frank Zappa whilst chilling out_now that__ the intelligent way out. What would a psychiatrist say about that?

Just imagine, you__e on a stretcher in the hospital, being wheeled to the operating theatre, they inject you, put you to sleep_anaesthetic. You drift into blackness, you__e out and you__e the closest yet to death. Then a surgeon cuts into your body, rips you open, goes deep inside. Looks within, pulls a bit out, puts bits in, sews you up. Then! If you__e lucky, you awake! Some don__ wake, this is my point, will you wake? Why should you? How can you? That__ the black hole of madness you__e in! Screaming to get out: __live_ or just __ane_! You want out of it, you want to see the light!

Asylums are crazy places, with crazy rules. If you__e not mad when you arrive, you are when you leave. (That__ if you ever leave.) I was lucky_I got slung out; they couldn__ afford to keep me any longer.

Looking back at the years I spent in the asylums, I__ now convinced some of that insanity rubbed off onto me!

Ask anybody, would you want an ex-madman living next door? It__ difficult enough being an ex-convict. It__ double hard for us __admen_. Please believe it.

A loon thought he was Frank Sinatra and every time Frank came on TV or radio the loon would go mad, impostor!

Nowadays I just don__ care; I__e taken the Frank Zappa stance. I am who I am! Some love me, some loathe me, some respect me and some despise me. But after all that__ been, I still love the insane! As they__e exciting, dangerous and highly explosive! For me mad dogs are gentlemen.

Fuck the rabbit, eat it and go after a lion.