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went blue. Blue kiskadees, blue roses, blue ballpoint pens, the troglodyte nurses.
    Everything went yellow. That was when I saw Rimbaud trying to hang himself with Mayakovsky’s necktie, and I wouldn’t let him.
    Why, Rimbaud? Let them hate us. Let them throw us in a flea-infested old dump. Let life seep in through your pores. Don’t kill yourself, brother. If you die, I don’t know what will happen to me. I think about you thinking about me. Rimbaud, everything will turn whichever colour you want. You can’t see the sea from here. But you’re going to get out.
    Everything went green like the colour of my brother Bruno’s eyes and the colour of the sea. The sea. Rimbaud was happy and decided not to kill himself.
    Everything went Van Gogh. The light of things changed.
    Finally they gave me some glasses. But with the glasses I could only look inside people.

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    It was like diving. They took me out of the cubicle. Finally. Now I was walking around like an equal among equals. Some people looked at me in fear. Others asked me for a cigarette. If you ever visit an asylum, take cigarettes. Everyone smokes. Just imagine that bunch smoking a spliff, a nice big joint.
    I felt as free as a butterfly taking its first flight. I knew it was the first step towards getting out of there.
    Rimbaud appeared and showed me some of his new friends … Peter Perfect liked to walk around holding hands with Clark Kent. Demolition Man made out with Batman. There was free love in Rimbaud’s games with his little men.
    Rimbaud, stop playing around with little men.
    Fuck you, you don’t know how to play. I’m all about playing. I play, play and play.
    Rimbaud took the Joker out of his pocket and told me, You have the Joker’s smile. I don’t know if you’re my hallucination, or if I’m yours.
    I sucked the air of freedom into my lungs and left Rimbaud talking to himself.
    Maybe I didn’t walk all that far in the dark night. It was just three kilometres in the pitch black, and what he saw was a black magic ritual. Then he swallowed that cricket. The cricket I swallowed is the same as the chip I have now.
    He’s mentally ill, schizophrenic. He has delusional disorder, persecutory delusions. No one believes a person with delusional disorder and persecutory delusions. Even if they were actually being persecuted, no one would believe their story.
    Rimbaud and his dolls. The Commander is fucking Barbie.
    Get out, Rimbaud. I’m not speaking to you until you grow up.
    I play, play and play.
    I held out my hand for Fearsome Madman to shake. Fearsome acted like he didn’t see me. I went after him.
    Why won’t you shake my hand?
    You’re Daddy. And Daddy beats me.
    So I discovered that I must look like or remind Fearsome of his dad. He was afraid of his dad, therefore he was afraid of me. I was happy. The guy everyone feared was afraid of me. Me, of all people, just quivering jelly.
    I picked up one of Rimbaud’s figures and rubbed it in his face. Don’t you see that this is kids’ stuff?
    I want to be a kid. I’m Rimbaud.
    The Benzetacil cured my erysipelas. They started giving me medication orally. I’d spit it all out. I’d hide it under my tongue, and throw it down the drain.
    They put me in a room with two others. Rimbaud, you sleep on the floor. But the other two couldn’t stand sleeping with me. I snored a lot. I started smoking again and then stopped. I threw up a lot. So I spent some time alone in a room with three beds.
    I’ve wanted to sleep with my aunt. But I never could. I’ve wanted to screw my cousin. Cousins are tasty morsels. The most beautiful thing God put on this earth. My aunt was a stunner. She was five foot nine, big thighs and arse. I’ve never wanted to screw my sister. She’s so annoying that I wouldn’t even get a hard-on.
    A bunch of ants came out of their anthill one by one. They formed a powerful army. They came into my room and took Rimbaud. Ants are more disgusting than cockroaches.