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"because"

There arent that many answers as to why we are the way we are as a human race. There is truly no justification for our existence. All we know is that our one goal should be to exist freely. Though we may forever be bound by the laws of normalcy.

Smile- Jimmy Durane

Brionny

So she moved through the shadows. Leaving behind her a trail of gasoline. When the screamers started, everything went in slow motion. The flames rose higher as she bolted for the main gate. Luckily it was harvest day, so no prisoners were in cells. All that existed were their single beds, single blankets and single pillows. Crimson red wool that faded to a deep black that slowly rose to a white yellow light and fell to grey ash. Beds of cotton that morphed to heaps of ash. The moment the screamers sang their sing song ode to ice flames that swallowed whatever was in their path.

The towers remained firmly erect as the flames climbed whatever flammable material they could find. Which happened to be the beds and the heaps of fire wood in the kitchen. Even the workers stall of stained silks and hardwood stands. Whatever was made of stone, the infernal burnt sienna blaze couldn't eradicate. The screamers sang even louder as they, along with their hawkers perished in the flames. Screaming even louder and revealing their rows of teeth. Teeth that borderline shattered every time they sang their sing song ode to ice.

Her heart seared as she bolted through the unlocked gates, leaving the other ninety nine prisoners running in the opposite direction as well as the hawkers that had survived. She looked at the infernal blaze of burnt sienna as it kissed the damp azure of the sky and faded to nothing beyond the stratosphere but a funnel of ash and smog. 

Once she was far enough to unsee the heaps of ash she was guilty of creating, she started to stroll. Until the heat in her chest faded to a warm and dull tightness.She walked about a five miles until she ate her sardines and dried cranberries, then walked into Parms inn. The inn was sparsely furnished but had a pool and a bar where Brionny pimped herself out to a twenty five year old buisness man who called himself Four. She liked him a lot. Not only did he have enough money to get her an individual room  but he was good at fucking her too. And the pay was substantial. Five hundred nervian dollars as well as a one night stay in the inn for free.

They didnt have any heart to hearts, he only spoke of himself and how he was a sophisticate cheating on his husband Roderick with women. Roderick was a famous painter.  He was a contemporary artist of abstract art meant to depict mental illnesses using paint. He was good at it. Depicting the flaws of the human mind using colour. From eminence to concord to jonquil to fuchsia to canary and cadmium. 

Bipolar disorder: He represented it by drawing out a human skull on which one side was invaded by butterflies. And the other by vines that seemed to never stop. Vines that resembled limbs stretching to areas way beyond the lettersize paper.  The butterflies represented the synchronized fluttering and wavy sensations that accompanied the deppression. The speed at which they fluttered their wings was so high  that one may have misconceived them as representative of the temporary blindness and racing thoughts of a manic episode. But no, the butterflies in this context represented the pieces of ones soul that were lulled by the sadness. Anchored by the lethargic sinkings. The vines represented the almost endless nature that characterized the thoughts of a manic episode. The painting was black and white, to represent that with such a disorder ones days were forever dreary.

Obsessive compulsive disorder: He represented it by drawing out two palms with doors and windows ajar etched into them. Probably to signify how such objects or components of a home could overshadow ones mind. Took up most of their thoughts more than in that of an ordinary human being. Emphasis on the word ordinary because the standards of sanity in our society are low enough for crazy to be considered the normal.