madness

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.

As you see you can't change what has happen in past if I could I do my best to don't happen in other words I will fix the error, like not watching this stupid film or video and this minutes which have taken to do this stuff, to be used for extra time in the future. But unfortunately I wake up and hear "Hello, Hello, hey, hey you are living reality what you want is madness!

The sane man knows that he has a touch of the beast, a touch of the devil, a touch of the saint, a touch of the citizen. Nay, the really sane man knows that he has a touch of the madman. But the materialist's world is quite simple and solid, just as the madman is quite sure he is sane.

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

They ask themselves: __hat will he do?_ __ow will he react?_ __ill he go mad?_ __ill he bite?_ __ill he be armed?_ They__e pumped up with fear. Adrenaline pumping, fingers tense on the trigger, brains racing. And I__ cool as a cat! The name __harles Bronson_ causes panic! The name __ickey Peterson_ causes stress! The police all love to arrest me, as I__ the most exciting madman they will ever arrest! It__ a fact. So here I am years later, and I__ still the madman. There is no escaping my past.

Ever see moors murderer Ian Brady, study his photos, study Black, study Cannon, study Sutcliffe - study them all! Who says evil is not recognisable?

So what causes men to become violent? I__l tell you, boredom, silly rules, muggy screws and pathetic governors. What else can we do - swallow it, wipe our mouths out. You have to fight for your rights. Not sit back and take it.

Broadmoor creeps into your blood, the walls touch the sky and the grounds suck you in, they__e even got their own burial ground. We called it the __adman__ hole_, it smelt of fear; a stillness and even the birds seemed to have a stone face like their eyes were made of marble. So many monsters, men of hell, I don__ know how a sane man can keep sane in there.

Prison madness is much the same! Insanity is plentiful in prisons. These days with the drug culture it__ not a lot of difference, as a lot of convicts make themselves psychotic and paranoid. Many end up killers, all over petty and minor problems. Where men would once squabble, fight and kill over a ½ oz of bacca they now do the same over a gram of white powder or a bag of brown!

They think thee mad? I'll show thou mad, my lord.

...I would be the last person to say that madness is not a solution.

Why does our world feel so very crazy? Why do mental and emotional illnesses emerge more rapidly than we can educate psychiatrists, psychologists, addiction specialists, and mental health counselors to diagnose and treat them? We are marinating in the soup of collective madness, cruelty, selfishness, and lies, the soup of spiritual toxicity.

It's good to be mad for someone, but that's great if you are made for same one.

The world is too sane. It could use a little madness.

Madness, genius, originality - it's all the same thing; it's a breaking of our normal value structure and the substitution of another one.

This is what I am talking about: the bewitching power of moonlight. Moonlight incites dark passions like a cold flame, making hearts burning with the intensity of phosphorus.

The only performance that makes it, that makes it all the way is the one that achieves madness.

The cab driver is staring at me in his mirror. I'm talking to myself."The second sign of madness," I explain."What's the first one?""Killing lots of people and eating their genitals."He laughs and sneaks another look at me.