Mornings bring me a blank sheet to write on. Each morning I try to be better than the day before but by breakfast time that was lost by the bland breakfast and strewed tea and Alun puking quite close to me. How comes he had carrots in his puke when we haven't had carrots in days. I left the dining room holding my breath and went into the lounge and lit a cigarette and gazed out the window at the cold January day. I had only five smokes left until Big Sid came on duty. The stink of ***** The fields were white with frost. Vincent stood beside me and muttered something about painting the scene. He spoke to himself not to me. No one else saw Van Gogh beside me. Dinner was something stewed to death with over boiled potatoes and vegetables. I avoided the carrots. I spent the afternoon watching the TV becoming more brain dead. Teatime we had an assortment of sandwiches and slices of a dried up cake. Loony Lucy slit her left wrist with a razor blade she had stolen from Alun. Blood on the walls and floor. An artery. Before bed she had been cleaned up and sewn up and bandaged up.
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 4:26 AM UTC
Mornings bring me a blank sheet to write on. Each morning I try to be better than the day before but by breakfast time that was lost by the bland breakfast and strewed tea and Alun puking quite close to me. How comes he had carrots in his puke when we haven't had carrots in days. I left the dining room holding my breath and went into the lounge and lit a cigarette and gazed out the window at the cold January day. I had only five smokes left until Big Sid came on duty. The stink of ***** The fields were white with frost. Vincent stood beside me and muttered something about painting the scene. He spoke to himself not to me. No one else saw Van Gogh beside me. Dinner was something stewed to death with over boiled potatoes and vegetables. I avoided the carrots. I spent the afternoon watching the TV becoming more brain dead. Teatime we had an assortment of sandwiches and slices of a dried up cake. Loony Lucy slit her left wrist with a razor blade she had stolen from Alun. Blood on the walls and floor. An artery. Before bed she had been cleaned up and sewn up and bandaged up.
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