IS THIS WHERE FRAGMENTS COME ALIVE?
I don't know, is it?
HOW WOULD I KNOW!
I’M JUST A MADDMAN DOING SOLITARY TIME.
CONFINED TO THE QUARTERS OF MY OWN MIND.
WILL I?
EVER SUCCEED!?
BETTER YET—
MAKE ALL OF MY ENEMIES FORGET, NOT!?
LEAPS, NO, LEAPS! AHHH!!!
KEEP FEEDING MY MIND TO KEPT IT FROM DEPLETING!
PLOTTING.
AMMUNITION.
THE SHADOWS ON THE WALL!
CAST BY THE GLOW OF THE HONEYCOMB.
IN THE END, ALL THAT TRULY MATTERS,
IS THE WAY THAT PELICAN BAY BREEZE HITS YOU.
BECAUSE I_ AM JUST A MADDMAN DOING SOLITARY TIME!
About the Creator
Jasper Blackwood
Married and grounded in love. Investigative journalist driven by truth, not trends. I mentor, lead, and confront systems—not symptoms. Tension sparks action. Injustice fuels purpose. Believe. Act. Change.
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