charles-bronson

If evil lingers around you, it will rub off on you, it will cause stress, anxiety and a lot of mental anguish! __yes_ - you can see evil in the eye of the beholder! Body! Talk! Stance! Walk! Posture! Evil oozes out!

So if all what I__e said is the definition of insanity then the next thing is how do you define an evil bastard? People can mix evil and insanity up, thinking both to be the one and self same thing_wrong! Let me tell you about evil, first you smell it, secondly you feel it, thirdly you taste it and finally you need to destroy it.

Suicides - you read of it_but you don__ know the truth, if you were to see it you would go insane! Cut throats, cut wrists, hangings, suffocating, eyes bulging and tongues protruding, more shit. Suicides always shit themselves, did you know that! Life__ final shit, the final act of madness; smell that you rats! Clean me up you pigs, zip me up in the bag you scum and get me out of here_ Get me the fuck out of here_get me out!

I__e been an inmate in Broadmoor, Rampton and Ashworth. I was one of __hem_. I was once Britain__ most unstable madman! This book is a complete one off! If you__e a nervous type of reader then don__ read it. You__e been warned! You are now entering the world of insanity; please keep hold of your sanity until the book comes to a stop!

He got a lovely pair of trainers given off his mum for Christmas, best pair he ever had, but it was the nylon laces that he couldn__ take his eyes off. They found him hanging in his cell!

Mad people are very emotionally orientated! They have complex feelings, they__e easily upset, but are also easy to please! Most mad people have lonely lives, as nobody understands them. So they become __ost Souls._ They dream a lot. Go within their minds to search - some will turn strange, become dangerous. So a madman is created! His world becomes a mission.

One lunatic in Rampton used to have bouts of hysteria. Where he would let out a scream, and run at a wall and dive headfirst_crash! He was given a crash helmet! (Well it is a mad house.)

She sat in a secluded room, she was mad, but she could not accept it; so she was neither sane nor insane. She could not be either until she knew herself, so in limbo she must die. She kept stuffing toilet roll into her mouth. They found her choked to death!

Madness is a bowl of poison cherries, chew them and die, but you die screaming in agony.

I personally could never come to terms with my label of __riminally Insane_. Just because of my violent outbursts in prison, don__ mean to say I__ mad. Obviously I had become a disruptive element within the penal system. Uncontrollable! Unpredictable! But that don__ make insanity!

Is Bronson mad! Let me ask you! How else can I be? I__ probably the maddest guy on two legs if the truth was known, but prison will never beat me, I__ sooner die today than allow it too!

Madness is forever! We even smell different, our hearts don__ beat, they tick, our eyes are different, we don__ just see, we also pick up vibes. We are probably dehumanised and way past our __ell by_ date, totally unusable, bitter as lemons.

There is no end. There is no cure. It gets worse with time. Cure. How can you cure an institution, we are bricks crumbling in the walls of despair. Death is inevitable for us all. But the insanity is here to stay.

Unlike most I don__ fear prison, never have, never will. Obviously I don__ want it, I hate it, but it__ the hate that drives me on to survive.

Just take my advice and stay away from those psychiatrists they__e dangerous. And if you__e 13 years old and sitting in front of one do what I never_chin him __os if you don__ you__l live to regret it. You talk to your mum and dad (they know you best) and keep your problems in the family.

Urges like the loony who enjoys strangling, it__ his buzz. He gets depressed when in seclusion, as he can__ strangle anybody so in the end he hangs himself in turmoil. Their brain can__ handle it. He wants so bad to kill, but they will not let him, so he has to kill himself.

Violence leads to madness, it fills you with crazy thoughts. You sleep it, eat it and shit it. You become a time bomb. They push you a bit more _ you blow up. They beat you and you survive. You get strong and you blow again. So how long can a man live this way? I__l tell you_until he dies, if need be. It becomes a way of life, but I don__ remember it, why? Simple_it__ painful; it__ empty and alone. Your cell becomes a hole in the earth, it sucks you in. You drown in your own bitterness, it__ not right to live this way.

Insanity can be a heavy cross to bear; I mean look at all those people in loony bins compared to those that are free and walking the streets _ a tiny percentage are classed as mad. The incidence of mental problems amongst people is said to be rising, so what do they go and do, they cut the amount of asylums by half! Whoever makes these decisions has to be a loon and a half!