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“Shouldn’t you be happy, Timtim? Now you’ll get my full attention. Every day.” “That’s not funny,” she snapped. “I’m not joking.” He stepped closer, lowering his face until they were nearly nose to nose. “You’re reckless. Immature. And I’ve let you run wild for too long. Consider this your leash, officially tightened.” “You’re insane.” “And you,” he breathed, his voice turning gravelly, “are mine to keep in line.” Timtim was stunned by his words.. is he insane what does he mean by that ? --- --- Later that evening, back at home, she found her bedroom window open.

“Hey, tell me JK, do you want to learn how to revive the dead?” Flooded with those words as his mind is full of those swarming thoughts that make him shiver in the excitement of how wrong he was then, yet how sinful and stupid he is now for thinking and deliberately swarming into the see of sin where he could never turn back. Yet, he does not have any remorse or guilt to do so knowing that what lies at the end of the tunnel is his wish to be granted. He laughs menacingly as he embraces his insanity, for the thing that he desires, and the only thing he ever wanted right now, is the very taboo they all claim and call.

At the instant, they knew about the unexpected presence of INSANE. "Oh! Wait. I apologize", Insane said loudly to the officiant. And again started to speak in the same manner Zane was finished speaking his vows. "I, INSANE, in faith, honesty, and love, take you, 'Z', to be my wedded husband, I give you all that I have myself and my love. And I'm apologizing for hurting you. I love you. I love you so much". Insane's voice was shaking with her entire body shivering under Zane's demonic gazes. Her entire self was feeling weak and looked like she would fall on the floor at any moment.

She tilted her head in wonder. "A sage once said, “repeating the same actions and expecting different results is the very definition of insanity.” Since my current actions don't bring results it means my method is wrong and I need to change it." "Interesting quotes. What is the name of that sage? Perhaps I have met him?" Sol forgot sometimes that despite their young appearances Edea and Freya had witnessed the creation of this kingdom and were even alive long before it. But how could he say that he was inspired by Einstein? He didn't want to lie either so he simply changed subjects.

"Yes, he is. He's one of the best in the field, so don't worry, Victor. I'll make sure he comes up with the best treatment plan for Mildred." "That's wonderful news!" I exclaimed in a voice full of mock relief. Then, right in front of the lead psychiatrist, Samuel Miller, I fired a barrage of questions at him. "Thank you for being so kind, Mr. Weaver. Which hospital does this specialist friend of yours practice at? Would you mind showing me his medical license and board certifications? After all, I wouldn't dare leave Mildred in the hands of some unlicensed quack, given how serious her condition is." Hank's face flushed deep red. He sputtered for a long time, yet failed to get a single word

Many can enter altered states of consciousness. Collective madness is present in the different scenarios of life, socially, politically, religiously and in our way of thinking. But there is a big difference in those degrees of insanity. The madness of a few who are misunderstood for the moment, will be the sanity of the future. In a wonderful book by the great poet Khalil Gibran, he praises that beautiful madness that does not limit the imagination of those who are capable of seeing beyond the physical senses and proudly expresses: "They call me the madman ... ". Because of that blessed madness, it is that we still remain in time and all is not lost. Fantastic love and neural craving will fi

Vicky laughed. "You are crazy!" Molly took her book and shook her head, this friend of hers is thinking like an old woman from the 90s. "Of course, you guys are crazy friends of a crazy slut!" A voice said from behind them. They turned to see Rebecca, the friend that betrayed them, the green snake in their midst before Sophia got bursted. "Oh, here comes the ungrateful bitch! I think you are the crazy one, it is very obvious that you have lost your mind a long time ago!" Vicky returned, lifting her chin up stubbornly.

I can never love someone who knows nothing but aggressiveness. "That's the truth Doctor. I don't think he has DID it's something else. And I can't understand what is it." Dr. Steward sighed heavily leaning his back against the chair. "I saw his files. His tests. Everything is so different from what you're telling me. His reports are clear. They couldn't detect what mental illness he has. But after hearing your words it's obvious the reports has been misrepresented." I sighed heavily nodding my head. The reports have always been misrepresented and now I can clearly see it. Before I used to believe those reports as I didn't know this side of Lucifer but now I am sure the reports have been pres

He stopped, his jaw clenching, like he couldn’t say it. “Even when what?” I spat, my voice sharp, cutting. “When you were fucking her cunt? I was on your mind then, is that it? Spare me the bullshit, Reverend Thorne. You’re a holy fraud. A fucking cheat!” The words burned my throat, each one dripping with venom, but my body betrayed me, trembling under his grip. He didn’t flinch, but his eyes darkened, guilt and want warring in them.

We always knew there was something not right about him. He saw the folks in that church—the elderly couple who'd always reserved a seat for them, the men he'd sat alongside on the finance committee, the kids who'd played with Mark and Lily in the churchyard. They'd be shaking their heads, their own doubts and judgments justified by the Reverend's divine authority. His breakdown was now not just a scandal, but a sermon illustration, a cautionary tale from the pulpit.