“Suspended, Upright, Strapped down. We'll call it, Maintenance. The Doctor mumbles, Giggles, Rushing about, Doing, whatever the f**k he is doing. I wish he would stop. I often wonder, Which of us is more Insane? The Monster? Or the Mind that created him? I know not. I care not. More Lightning, More Thread, More cuts, More blood, More pieces. Maintenance. Yeah, we'll go with that. After a time, The Maker, The Madman, Sets me free. I face the World, A collection, of parts. A Puzzle of Flesh, Grotesque, and Exquisite. Limping off, Smiling, Giggling, Aspiration, Anticipation, For the lovely return, Of my beautiful Rainbow... I, Monster?”
