I missed all the excitement this morning. One of the other inmates tried to eat the face of one of the other inmates. Literally. He used his fork. It took over fifty stitches to get the victim back together again. The attacker is in solitary. We're having soup tonight. And pudding. Stuff we can eat with a spoon.
I was exploring the third floor media room. The one that has the old film projector. I found a bunch of old French films. Some really bizarre surrealist-crap from the Fifties and some 'avant garde' stuff that makes even less sense now than it did originally. There were a few English-language movies in the stack, one was marked 'Abby of Thelema,' and another 'Senators in Bondage,' and another one titled 'Lucifer Rising,' all three by some guy named Anger. The cannister on the Lucifer Rising film was really banged-up and quite dirty, as if someone had buried it for a few years. I set it on top of the stack. Those old films might prove amusing to watch, and even more useful in providing a means for a really good diversion as the old film stock is really quite flammable.
If a fire were to start up there, it would certainly keep the orderlies busy, and a determined man with a plan could very likely make good an escape in the midst of the ensuing chaos.
I like chaos. It's very useful. I have a feeling that chaos and I are going to be very good friends.
