The following are notes left by an unknown weary mind traveller who seems to have vanished without a trace, after his visit to this place. It is possible that he never existed in the first place. Whatever the case, please pay attention to instructions provided by your tour guide and do not touch the slimy yellow walls. Above all, do not feed the rubbery critters you'll meet along the way, and do not listen to anything they say. It's all a pack of lies..
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The mind is a terrible thing to waste, or so it has been said. In the case of those that become extremely wasted (ie-deranged), it can also be considered a dangerous place to visit/explore. Do you really want to know what it's like to be inside the minds of people like Adolph Hitler, Jack The Ripper, Charles Manson, or Donald Duck?

Dark forbodings of twisted deranged personas might come to you as you traverse the corridors of this mindscape. If this be so, they should not be ignored or discouted...ever...not if you want to come out alive...safe and sane... while tripping through the murky waters of the mentally unbalanced (excluding peeps like George Carlin, Groucho Marx, Tiny Tim, Monty Python, Alfred P Neuman, and/or Mel Brooks, who are only pretending to be whackos cos the job pays good). Nevertheless, do remember, the journey can be living hell.

Regatding hell...it really does not exist, except for those who build it's fiery furnaces in the dark corners of the mind. Delusions can be contagious, spreading quickly from one to another so, as you wander through the dungeons of the subconcious and/or the unconcious, make sure not to touch the slimy yellow custard walls, and cover your mouth, your nose, your eyes and ears at all times. Do not smile at Gabriel's slubberdigulleons. They are stinky slippery slithery rubbery gooey things, lost souls, marching to and fro on squeaky feet...with nowhere to go but... Even so, you'l be lucky if you make it through without catching something. What will you catch? Don't ask, but, believe me, the common cold ain't got nothing on this baby.

ADDENDUM:

I know you think you are free, just as I think I am free, but the truth is that you and I, along with everyone else in this place, are nothing more than prisoners in our own heads. We've all been well trained, brainwashed actually, to be our own jailers. The prisoner who believes he is free will never attempt an escape...so, locked up in his own head...voila...the perfect prisoner, and the perfect jail.

IN CONCLUSION:

I think, therefore I might be a figment of my own imagiiniation. If that be so, then who are you? Is it possible that you too might be a figment of my imaginiation, or can it be that I might be a fgment of yours? Or are we a figment of each others? Or, eve worse, a figment of the rich delusions of some other?

Hoo boy...I think it's time to wake up now...and...hey you... didn't I tell you not to touch the slimy yellow ealls. Hey, you over there, don't touch that, no, don't, PLEASE DON'T...

Aw shucks...too late...

I did warn you ...DO NOT TOUCH THE SLIMY WALLS and do not talk to the prisoner and, above all, pay no attention to what the jailer is saying. He is a natural born liar and a squeaky nefarious (love that word -rhymes with various) slubberdigulleon boiling in his own (you don't want to know).

Thank you for visiting and hope you enjoyed the ride!

Signed: A WEARY TRAVELLER